Miley’s free-love surprise album hit the internet like a glitter bath bomb last night, an off-label release just after her VMA-closing, neon drag-queen extravaganza introducing her new sound. The Flaming Lips’ Wayne Coyne, who co-produced “Dooo It,” told the New York Times, “Miley is the new Madonna,” referring to the fact that this song sounds like an overly-weeded twee basement four-track recording from 1998 as compared to any Bangerz jams. You get what you pay for?

The video for “Dooo It,” above, is a similar glitter explosion— “glitter bukkake,” as my colleague put it—with Miley’s face splooging with various glittery honey-sprinkled concoctions, as well as milk, as she explains to us rather unlistenably that she loves smoking weed but she is not a goddamn hippie (even though, perhaps inexplicably, you know, the Happy Hippie Foundation—Miley is a study in contradictions!).

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Miley’s been great as of late on LGBTQIA issues, and openly questioning and discussing her gender fluidity—she told the Times, “I can’t even figure out if I’m feeling more like a girl or boy. It took me talking to enough trans people to realize that I didn’t ever have to decide on one.” But the area in which she still needs a lot (a lot) of help is in race issues, beyond her Times comments that basically reduced Nicki Minaj to the “angry black woman” trope and, sweet Jesus, those gawd-awful, ill-advised dreadlock extensions.

It’s hard not to think about those things when you consider that her collaborator, Wayne Coyne, released a very similar video with Erykah Badu for Roberta Flack cover “The First Time (Ever I Saw Your Face),” in which Badu and her sister were doused and submerged in liquid substances such as this; the difference being that it’s just Miley’s face being exposed here, as opposed to Badu and her sister’s entire naked bodies. If you’ll recall, when the video was released in 2012, Badu was furious, claiming that Coyne had released the imagery unapproved, and that he had mislead her from “a concept of beautiful tasteful imagery” to a clip with which she did not agree:

You begged me to sit in a tub of that other shit and I said naw. I refused to sit in any liquid that was not water. But Out of RESPECT for you and the artist you ‘appear’ to be, I Didn’t wanna kill your concept , wanted u to at least get it out of your head . After all, u spent your dough on studio , trip to Dallas etc.. Sooo, I invited Nayrok , my lil sis and artist, who is much more liberal ,to be subject of those other disturbing (to me ) scenes . I told u from jump that I believed your concept to be disturbing.

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Miley’s video, of course is very different—again, it’s just her face being doused, and it’s very much aligned with her present persona as a happy-go-lucky, Tumbling candy raver. In the Times, she discussed her friendship with Coyne:

But it wasn’t until she returned home to pursue natural healing that things got “really trippy,” she said. “This is going to sound crazy,” but a Chinese healer “sent me into a state where my dog was lifted out of my lungs and placed on my shoulder,” she explained. “I pet my dog for like three hours,” and after finally telling Floyd she had to “let go and put his energy out,” Ms. Cyrus continued, “I really think, in a way, his energy went into Wayne’s energy. What he was to me, Wayne has become.”

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“He’s everything in the world — you can’t even define us,” Ms. Cyrus said. “I am 100 percent in love with Wayne, and Wayne is in love with me, but it’s nothing sexual in any way. That would be the grossest.”

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Also, that Cyrus’s friends are her friends:

While a pop star like Taylor Swift may be gathering “musicians, actresses, models, entrepreneurs,” she said, “I’m not trying to be in the squad.” She continued, “None of my friends are famous and not because of any other reason than I just like real people who are living real lives, because I’m inspired by them.”

If that is not enough of Miley just being Miley, she’s also had pillows made of her face, Paris Hilton style.

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