In a desperate attempt to reinsert herself into the pop music industry and regain relevance, Katy Perry forgot to even pay attention to the scenario she's trying to integrate.
The result is an album that feels tone-deaf, vague and unremarkable in every component.
Katy could've chosen to share intimate thoughts and stories about her huge trajectory in the music industry. Reflections about being a mother among fame. Confessions about the fear if being forgotten - which she obviously struggles with.
She could've taken advantage of the current pop music scenario, which is all about authenticity and expressing yourself, and fortified her image.
She could've collaborated with the big names of the current industry, like my boy Jack Antonoff, and the legend Julia Michaels, to share more of who she was in her glory days and who she is now.
But she chose to collaborate with Dr. Luke, who, in addition to being an "alleged" abuser, hasn't even been making good music, and desperately try to recreate the parts of 2010s club music we've outgrown.
She chose to leave the writing to Chat GPT, and the producing to men who've already moved way past their creative peak but keep clinging to the industry and taking up space in it.
So Katy Perry and the uninspired skeletons that pester the industry try to grasp female sexuality and feminism in a way that I can only call outdated. We collectively accepted vague feminist discourse when the debate was still new, back in the 2010s. Now we want REAL takes. New perspectives. Fresh sounds and writing.
When combined with the interviews and press presence of this embarrassing comeback, I'm left with the impression that Katy has none of that to offer, and will go down in history as a mere product of her time.