The saga of Kesha’s repeated abuse by her producer and mentor, Dr. Luke, is heartbreaking on numerous levels. That such horrific things could happen to women who should ostensibly have the most agency of anyone — wealthy and revered — is terrifying, and it’s harrowing and awful to hear the stories. Thank goodness she’s finally broken free, first for her wellbeing, and second we had lost one of pop’s most incandescent lights. Let’s pray these systemic problems continue to get the attention they deserve.
I haven’t listened to her new album yet, but even if it’s a musical trainwreck, it’s still a triumph of justice and perserverance. (Update: Read my micro-review in a comment below. “Praying” is a must-listen.)
Today I want to, instead, look back at Kesha in one of her brashest and most badass moments, a Joan Jett-style throwback. The indiscreet lyrics, ostensibly about a car, have sexual overtones, and undertones, and every other type of tones. But the real winner is the boss production that modernizes the aesthetic of “I Love Rock and Roll” with a flashy, relentless pop sheen.
And to think they tucked this gem away as a bonus track. Listen to it once, and then listen to it 50 times more, because it will fire you up every time.