ARTISTIC DEGREES
Tween queen Katy Perry tries to split the difference between serious and sassy on Prism
by Matt Ashare |
Published October 23, 2013
Published October 23, 2013
We tend,
for the most part, to expect artists to evolve, to mature, like a proverbial
fine wine, or whatever. It’s just something that’s built into the concept of
artistry as a kind of craft or calling — as an innate and ennobling talent that
grows finer and more complex over time. But, when it comes to pop stardom,
well, not so much. Immediacy is the currency of pop, a bubbly confection that’s
meant to be consumed freely, right off of the shelf, without much in the way of
reflection or consideration. Evolution and maturation just aren’t part of the
program: ideally, the pop star is supposed to exist in a state of suspended
animation, forever young and glamorous, immune to the passage of time.
It’s a paradox that two of the biggest
pop icons of the past forty years confronted with very different strategies and
equally divergent outcomes. Madonna, the precocious material girl luxuriating
in the many splendors of a material world, was quick to understand the power
inherent in owning and controlling her own brand. Less than a decade after
emerging as a scantily clad, disco-pop boy toy in 1983, she’d transformed
herself into something resembling a cross between a transcendent diva and a
business mogul, having made the marketing of Madonna into a kind of art. Meanwhile,
Michael Jackson, the teen prodigy turned King of Pop by ’81, reacted by
retreating to his aptly named Neverland Ranch, where he gradually descended
into a grotesque parody of the ageless pop star, vainly clinging to the
seductive myth of eternal youth throughout the ’90s, until mortality finally
caught up with him in 2009.
For fairly obvious reasons, no the
least being outcome, Katy Perry — the former Christian music hopeful who deftly,
if not quite subtly, reinvented herself as a playfully impish California Gurl
with the mildly transgressive singles “Ur So Gay” and “I Kissed a Girl” in
2007-2008 — has opted for the Madonna model. After presenting herself to the
world as a charming young troublemaker on 2008’s sassy “One of the Boys” (she
was Katy Hudson in her previous life, and on her 2001 debut), she solidified
her status as a tween queen in 2010 with “Teenage Dream,” a coltishly brash dance-pop
monolith that spawned five number one singles, a feat previously accomplished
only once before, by a dude named Michael Jackson. And her extremely sporting
approach to wardrobe choices, more so than Lady Gaga’s distinctively avant
costumery, sorta set the bar for provocative couture that, for better or worse,
performers like Miley Cyrus are now trying to match.
But, Perry seems to be toning down her risqué
displays in the marketing campaign for her new “Prism,” an album that seems to
be targeted at framing the star as an artist, with all the implied depth and
potential maturity that might come with such a designation. Okay, so she
doesn’t appear to be wearing any clothes on the cover of “Prism,” but she’s
only pictured from the shoulders up. “Teenage Dream” offered a full body shot
of Perry naked, save for the wispy clouds protecting her modesty. And, in the
video for “Roar,” the defiant first single from “Prism,” Perry starts out
clothed, almost demurely, in stylish safari attire, before she acclimates to
the jungle surroundings, finds her inner tiger, and morphs into a bikini-clad
Jane who don’t need no Tarzan to swoop in and save the day. “Now I’m floating
like a butterfly, stinging like a bee,” she proclaims, copping a couple of
Mohammed Ali’s famous boasts, “I earned my stripes/I went from zero, to my own
hero.”
The track, with sweeping, empowered-pop
chorus, and vaguely hip-hoppity groove, also borrows freely from the “Rocky”
saga, with its anthemic declaration of “I got the eye of the tiger. . . Dancing
through the fire/Cuz I am a champion, and you’re gonna hear me roar.” In that
sense, it’s essentially a pastiche of prosaic homilies dressed to casual perfection
in designer jeans and 18-carrot cubic zirconia hooks, courtesy of master song
technicians Lukasz Gottwald (a/k/a Dr. Luke), Max Martin, Bonnie McKee, and Henry
Walter, which begs the usual question: just how many people does it actually
take to write a number one for a performer of Perry’s considerable talents?
It’s never quite clear what trauma set
Perry off on her voyage of self-discovery, or exactly who she’s going up
against in “Roar.” “I used to bite my tongue and hold my breath,” she reflects
in the strident opening verse, “Scared to rock the boat and make a mess/So I
sat quietly, agreed politely/I guess that I forgot I had a choice.” Sure, but
it kinda seems like it’s been a while since Perry’s had to repress much of anything.
Then again, celebrity presents its own unique challenges, and Perry’s been
through at least a few rather publicly rocky relationships. But the real point
of “Roar” is to reframe Perry as someone who’s struggled, and continues to
struggle, because struggling is part and parcel of what it’s supposed to mean
to be an artist.
In that sense, “Prism” isn’t so much a
fragmented portrait of the artist as a young woman, as it is a bifurcated
collection of radio-friendly, remix-ready snapshots of the pop star straining
for a more profound sense of credibility. Actually, it’s a bit like a mullet:
business up front; party in the back. After “Roar,” we get the earnest yearning
of the epic “Legendary Lovers,” with its demand to “say my name like a
scripture/keep my heart beating like a drum”; the breezy r&b groove of
“Birthday,” where Perry does her alluring best to play the part of an adult seductress,
teasing “If you want to dance/If you want it all/You know that I’m the girl
that you can call”; and, after the generic house stylings of “Walking on Air,”
the humorlessly impassioned power-love ballad “Unconditionally.” Oh, and
there’s also the ominous thud of “Dark Horse,” a goth-lite, hip-pop
tour-de-farce featuring some clownish emcee-ing by rapper Juicy J that paints
Perry as, what Cars singer Ric Ocasek might call, the dangerous type. “So you
wanna play with magic,” she intones sinisterly, “Boy you should know what
you’re falling for. . . Cuz I’m coming at you like a dark horse.”
No worries: she’s back to her old
playful tweenage dreaming and party-hearty antics in “This Is How We Do,” a
bubbly ode to the YOLO lifestyle that has Perry lazily half-rapping, “Sippin’
on rosé, Silver Lake sun commin’ up all lazy/Slow cookin’ pancakes for my boy,
still up, still fresh as a daisy,” and boasting, “Channel this, Channel that,
hell yeah. . . it’s no big deal.” And, “International Smile” is the kind of proud
ode of jet-setting young models that only a cover girl could write, and that’s
probably the disc’s most compelling pop confection ode to the material world.
Perry
eventually finds her way back to more serious concerns, most notably in “By the
Grace of God,” a piano-based confessional about a subject that once inspired a
young Katy Hudson — faith. Ditto for the airy “Spiritual,” a club track that
makes the right connection between the rites of the church and the dancefloor. Neither
is quite up to the level of Madonna’s “Like a Prayer,” or even “Like a Virgin.”
But it’s still early for Perry, and if she’s got the will to struggle, then she
too may discover that being an artist and a pop star aren’t necessarily
mutually exclusive.
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