[Three and a half stars]
Ke$ha’s main competitor rocks a mean meat dress, but can she rock a couplet like “Your little heart goes pitter-patter/I want your liver on a platter”? This EP proves Ke$ha would kick Gaga’s ass in a freestyle battle. At times ”“ rhyming “go insane” with “see them Hanes” over squishy techno on ”˜Blow’ ”“ that’s enough. Ke$ha lives and dies by the wisecrack; ”˜Grow a Pear’ suggests the word “mangina” will never work in a pop song. She can go deeper when she wants to ”“ see ”˜The Harold Song,’ a lament about sleeping in an empty bed. But that’s not why we’re here. It’s for jams like the awesome, Dr Luke-produced ”˜We R Who We R.’ Cheekily celebrating dance-induced dumbness over a huge hook, she’s the snap queen of clubland.
Key Tracks: ”˜We R Who We R,’ ”˜Sleazy,’ ”˜Blow’