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HangupsMusic.com – The landscape of pop music often demands relentless motion, a constant chase for the next chart-topping hit, the grander tour, the ever-expanding audience. Yet, as Miley Cyrus unveils her latest musical offering, Bass Persuades, it becomes strikingly clear that the seasoned artist is charting a profoundly different course. Her recent pronouncements regarding live performance have sparked considerable discussion, revealing a deliberate pivot away from the exhaustive demands of global touring. In a candid conversation with Zane Lowe of Apple Music, just ahead of Bass Persuades‘ release, Cyrus articulated a crucial need for stability and routine to safeguard her hard-won sobriety. For her, the nomadic existence of tour life presents an untenable risk, one she’s no longer willing to take. Instead, she envisions a future where her audience converges upon her, a model exemplified by her forthcoming Hollywood Bowl engagements. "This arrangement is ideal," Cyrus remarked, "because people still crave my performances, and I, in turn, yearn for the comfort of my own bed. We both achieve happiness." While this sentiment might appear a neat compromise, a deeper listen to Bass Persuades and a closer examination of her recent reflections suggest a more complex, almost radical, redefinition of artistic ambition.
While many fans fixated on her assertion that "people will come to me," a subtler, yet perhaps more profound, revelation from that same interview went largely unexamined. It’s a small detail, easily overlooked in the immediate context, but one that proves instrumental in unlocking the thematic core of Bass Persuades and the psyche of the artist behind it. Cyrus recounted a pivotal moment in 2022, amidst a period of grappling with grief, anxiety, and a brush with mortality. She vividly recalled performing "Fly on the Wall" for a quarter-million people, an immense sea of faces stretching into the horizon. "I was struck by an existential awareness of my own insignificance, and my thoughts drifted to the nature of time," she mused. "All of this was unfolding as I sang ‘Fly on the Wall.’" She playfully acknowledged the irony of such profound introspection during a high-energy performance, quipping about not wanting to "kill the vibe" for a crowd eager for her classic anthems. Indeed, that 2022 setlist leaned heavily on her earlier, more boisterous tracks, overshadowing material from her then-latest, critically acclaimed album, Plastic Hearts, a record many still consider her artistic zenith.
This introspective shift points to a significant crossroads in Cyrus’s career. Her presence on global stages has been sporadic for some time, and while a "greatest hits" format currently serves to bridge the gap created by this scarcity, it’s increasingly evident that such an approach lacks long-term artistic viability. Listening to Bass Persuades, it becomes difficult to envision how an artist so clearly evolving internally can continue to thrive under the constraints of merely revisiting past glories. The expectation that fans will travel solely for nostalgic renditions of "See You Again" or "We Can’t Stop" is a heavy burden, especially for a 33-year-old artist who has undeniably transcended the personas that birthed those anthems. When she attempts to recapture the youthful energy that fueled such tracks, the results can feel disjointed, as evidenced by the album’s lead single, "Bass Persuades."
The titular track, "Bass Persuades," arrives as a somewhat rambling, lyrically sparse offering. Its central refrain, "the kids don’t wanna dance," repeated a staggering nineteen times, feels less like a rallying cry and more like a detached observation. Cyrus’s typically commanding vocals, usually a force unto themselves, seem strangely disconnected from the throbbing, industrial production, almost receding into the background. This sense of detachment is amplified by the album’s closing track, an industrial remix of "Bass Persuades" by noise rock band Model/Actriz, which pushes her even further from the forefront. Fortunately, the eight tracks nestled between these two extremes demonstrate a more concerted effort to forge a genuine connection, revealing the true heart of Bass Persuades.
This album, ultimately, is not preoccupied with the dance floor. Its core investment lies in devotion, a singular, unwavering focus on the personal. Cyrus, it seems, has little concern for the current trends or preferences of "the kids." Her primary desire is to articulate her profound connection to her partner. Model/Actriz makes another appearance on "Different Religion," a gothic pop track that paints a portrait of a partner who embodies raw energy—driving fast, making noise. "I’ve got my own god," Cyrus intones, "My god’s a hot boy." While the lyrics might not always fully capture the visceral intensity of the track’s battering soundscape, the sentiment of an all-consuming, almost deified love is palpable. Elsewhere, Cyrus finds greater lyrical resonance when she directly serenades her muse, rather than attempting to merely describe him.
The album truly shines in its moments of tender adoration. On the aching piano ballad "Orbit," Cyrus sings with breathtaking vulnerability, "I would bend all space and time to fall into your hands." This starry-eyed standout deliberately eschews flash and spectacle, mirroring the artist’s own current disinterest in external frills. There’s a disarming sweetness and simplicity to her vision of commitment on "Let’s Get Married," a track that feels instantly classic within her canon of love songs. She then offers a poignant glimpse into the genesis of this profound connection on "Snow," recounting the proposal with heartfelt detail: "Now your knee’s in the dirt as I hold out my left," she sings, "You should swallow the nerves ’cause there’s yes on my breath."
These heartfelt songs are particularly striking given Cyrus’s past. An artist who has navigated a high-profile divorce, and famously quipped to infatuated fans that her own marriage was "a fucking disaster," now presents a vision of love that is both wholesome and profoundly earnest. Cyrus has never shied away from destruction, often finding unexpected beauty and resilience in its aftermath. This time, she excavates the emotional debris to unearth "Aftermath," a track that probes the lingering questions of a broken connection: "Do you ever fall into pieces? Do you ever think of me now and then? Don’t avoid the question." Beyond the complexities of romantic love and its conclusions, the only other significant source of heartbreak on this otherwise infatuated album appears to be her sister, seemingly the subject of the poignant "Innocent Ways."
"I want better for my sister," Cyrus sings in the opening verse of "Innocent Ways," "She calls me only when it’s late night and she’s high." This sobering revelation, delivered over the track’s full-throttle, warbling bass, paints a stark picture of familial concern. "I wonder if she went and changed her number / I tried to call her three times over / Is she alright? It keeps on ringing." At 33, Cyrus has lived a lifetime of experiences, and while she strives to be a beacon of guidance, her own path forward remains a journey of discovery. She has intimately acquainted herself with fear and anxiety, yet steadfastly refuses to let them dictate her direction. These emotions subtly surface on "REDLIGHTS," an euphoric synth-pop cut layered with strings. "Truth is all we need, and also what I fear," Cyrus admits, encapsulating the album’s thematic and sonic ambitions in a single, powerful statement.
The overarching quest on Bass Persuades is for contentment. Cyrus clutches onto this state of being as a deliberate act of resistance against the relentless, often elusive, pursuit of "more." This album signals a departure from any perceived striving for a mainstream breakthrough, unlike the calculated pop appeal of Endless Summer Vacation, or the more abstract artistic declarations of Something Beautiful. Her legacy is already firmly cemented: we are undeniably living in the "Hannah Montana generation" of pop stars, and the global phenomenon that is Adéla’s "Ain’t in LA" openly acknowledges its direct inspiration from Cyrus’s seminal Bangerz.
The fickle pop public, whose validation Cyrus once might have sought, no longer appears to hold sway over her artistic choices. Amidst the thundering soundscapes of Bass Persuades, the dissenting voices and rebuttals to her independent vision simply cannot penetrate. Their expectations are not what fuel her creative fire; her primary motivation now stems from the profound, unwavering love she returns home to at the close of each day. As she reaches the chorus of "REDLIGHTS," Cyrus delivers a powerful vow to perpetually live in truth. "So when I’m summoned to the sky / I won’t fear anything, even enjoy that last goodbye / ’Cause I have something to believe in," she sings, her voice imbued with a newfound serenity. "And baby, you’re the reason / I’ll turn my face up toward the light / Surrender lovingly and disappear into the night." It is a declaration of ultimate peace, a testament to a journey completed, not in the spotlight of the world, but in the sanctuary of a deeply personal devotion.
