Katy Perry

Cali cutie Katy Perry exemplifies the sassy, saucy alpha female on her sexually charged, best stiletto forward new platter, One of the Boys. Perry brags about kissing girls for experimental fun and makes seamless pop culture references to things like MySpace, H&M and cherry ChapStick in a breathy voice that has only the range of someone like Britney but the chutzpah of Madonna. That's a tried n' true formula for success and Perry could go far on the strength of her studio-treated vocals, her studio-created tunes and spunky 'tood. For a grrl, Perry sure has balls.

Miss Perry isn’t the poster girl for lesbianism, despite the bi-cuirous, semi-Sapphic first single, “I Kissed a Girl,” where she doesn’t hesitate to say she smooched a fellow gal and liked it! Rather, she’s the pin up grrl for the subversive, edgy femme fatale who isn’t quite a Suicide Girl but certainly isn’t the vanilla girl next door, either.

Perry is a colorful, unapologetic amalgam of Alanis, Avril, Ashlee and Pink on romps like "Waking up in Vegas," "Mannequin" and the button cute "Ur So Gay." Perry isn't afraid to get a little controversial in her lyrics and set them to dancey, canned beats and a whole lotta electro synthery. While Perry's music and her image could come dangerously close to appearing carefully manufactured in a cavernous conference room on the top floor of a major label office complex, there’s more than enough estrogen and blood pumping through her voice and her vibe. That should connect Perry with her peeps. (Her peeps being post-pubescent, "No longer a girl, not quite a woman" young ladies that like Emily the Strange, Sylvia Plath and Zooey Deschanel, of course.)

Perry provides the upbeat, sonic jolt that darker, smarter girls need when they like to shake a leg to Gwen Stefani's tunes, but can't fully relate to her. Perry more than adequately fills that gap.

— Amy Sciarretto
06.12.08

Listening to Katy Perry's debut, One of the Boys, it's easy to assume she'll do anything for attention, and a close read of her history proves that suspicion true. Prior to her transformation into a teen sensation, Perry was a Christian singer operating under the name Katy Hudson -- an appellation a little bit too close to Kate Hudson, so she swapped last names and started working with big-name producer after big-name producer, cutting sessions with Glen Ballard and then the Matrix. That was enough to get buzz touting her as a next big thing in 2004, but not enough to actually get a record into the stores, a nicety that often proves invaluable for wannabe pop stars. Given this long line of botched starts, maybe it makes sense that the 24-year-old is singing with the desperation of a fading burlesque star twice her age, yet Perry's pandering on One of the Boys is startling, particularly as it comes in the form of some hybrid of Alanis Morissette's caterwauling and the cold calculation of Britney Spears in her prime. This fusion is no accident, as Perry works once again with Ballard, the producer behind Alanis' breakthrough Jagged Little Pill, and Max Martin, the writer/producer of "Baby One More Time" -- and that's just for starters! She also brings aboard Desmond Child to give "Waking Up in Vegas" an anonymous anthemic pulse, Dave Stewart to give "I'm Still Breathing" a Euro sheen, and Butch Walker to amp up the amplifiers, giving her a different sound for every imaginable demographic.

All the pros give One of the Boys a cross-platform appeal, but there's little question that its personality is all down to Katy Perry. She disses her boyfriend with gay-baiting; she makes out with a girl and she doesn't even like girls; she brags to a suitor that he can't afford her, parties till she's face-down in the porcelain, drops brands as if they were weapons, curses casually, and trades under-the-table favors. In short, she's styled herself as a Montag monster. Perry is not untalented -- she writes like an ungarbled Alanis and has an eye for details, as when she tells her emo metrosexual boyfriend to hang himself with his H&M scarf on "Ur So Gay" -- but that only accentuates how her wild-child persona is an artifice designed to get her the stardom she craves. Maybe if the music were as trashy as the style, she could get away with it, as it would have been a junkie thrill, but that's where all the high-thread-count producers actually work against One of the Boys. But the real problem is not with Katy's gender-bending, it's that her heart isn't in it; she's just using it to get places. ~ Stephen Thomas Erlewine, All Music Guide