WOR$T GIRL IN AMERICA

For a minute, Slayyyter envisioned her third album as the last one she’d ever make. If this was her final statement, what would she want to say? The 29-year-old pop provocateur was inspired to return to her St. Louis roots and the music loaded on her iPod in her teenage years, which ran the gamut from hedonistic late-aughts pop (Lady Gaga, Black Eyes Peas) to gritty blog-era dance-rock (Justice, Crystal Castles, The Gossip). On <i>WOR$T GIRL IN AMERICA</i>, Slayyyter comes through the other side of her burnout transformed, resurrecting her latent Midwestern party girl with debauched, distorted bangers steeped in Tumblr-era nostalgia. She uses live instrumentation on “CANNIBALISM!” for a sexy-spooky shredder in the vein of The Cramps, channels Ed Banger Records on “DANCE…”, an ode to blowing off creeps in the club, and throws a grimy, <i>Gummo</i>-esque house party on “BEAT UP CHANEL$”. It’s equal parts evolution and full-circle moment.