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A Night Out with Slayyyter<\/h1>\n
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The worst girl in America wanted to give up music. Instead, she made her best work yet.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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by Kevin LeBlanc<\/a><\/address>\n
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The Music Issue 2026<\/a><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Slayyyter<\/a> has a confession to make. \u201cIt\u2019s a funny thing, and people might be shocked: I really hate the club,\u201d she says. It\u2019s 10 on a Friday night \u2014 or the <\/em>Friday night, the release day of her third studio album, Wor$t Girl in America<\/em> \u2014 and we are just settling in at Old Flings, a dimly lit cocktail bar on Avenue A. The singer arrived running on Celsius and natural adrenaline. She chose this particular bar for a reason: \u201cOld Flings\u201d is also the title of a song on Wor$t Girl<\/em>, and it\u2019s about her ex who works here. (He wasn\u2019t in the building this night.) The typically unsparing lyrics \u2014 \u201cThat sh*tty poetry only made you the pick-me type\u201d \u2014 suggest that might be for the best. <\/p>\n

Even though her ex wasn\u2019t on the clock, Slayyyter knows the doorman, who gives us a free bottle of tequila. When it arrives at the table, she laughs at the absurdity. \u201cThere\u2019s something funny about paying for a bottle and then having to make your own drink,\u201d she says. \u201cI\u2019ve always found that so wack. Like, bring me a f*cking cocktail. I feel like I\u2019m at a basement party with cranberry juice and no ice.\u201d Her in-person presence is a foil to the grimy sound she\u2019s perfected. For someone who just released the loudest record of the year so far, she\u2019s disarmingly sweet to everyone, whether to friends popping by to congratulate her or the bartender, who brings us orange juice and soda as mixers. She usually isn\u2019t one to drink much, she says, but the postpartum feeling of releasing her baby into the world made her feel \u201cnervy\u201d all day. And as she now infamously screams in \u201cCrank,\u201d there\u2019s really no choice but to \u201cget gay off that tequila.\u201d We clink our glasses to the \u201cworst girl in America\u201d and settle in for a proper debrief.<\/p>\n

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A child of the Internet (and specifically Tumblr) born in a suburb of St. Louis, Missouri, Slayyyter grew up listening to the usual 2000s pop-girl North Stars \u2014 Lady Gaga<\/a>, Beyonc\u00e9<\/a>, One Direction \u2014 but also indie rock, electronic music, punk, powerviolence<\/a> and \u201crandom things my skater friends would show me.\u201d Her foray into making music started with electronic-infused trap-pop that leaned into titillating lyrics over bouncing bass. Her penchant for club bangers (despite preferring a dive bar) is led by her twisted pen, which serves her gay fan base handily. \u201cDaddy AF\u201d and \u201cPurrr\u201d proved horny was always going to be in for Slayyyter. (In \u201cDaddy AF\u201d: \u201cHe wanna get in my guts \/ Lickin\u2019 my cl*t till I nut, daddy as f*ck.\u201d) It worked \u2014 to a point. After a few more projects, one of which she tells me is \u201cf*cking horrible,\u201d and floating over dance-pop tracks on her Hollywood-obsessed album Starf*cker<\/em>, she was burn out. \u201cGoing into [Wor$t Girl in America<\/em>], I was like, \u2018You know what? I don\u2019t want to make dance pop,\u2019\u201d she says. \u201cI was very anti-club music.\u201d<\/p>\n

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If Starf*cker<\/em> was all silky finishes and pop perfection, Wor$t Girl in America<\/em> is the complete antithesis. \u201cI wanted it to feel punk, raw, and something that a band could play. I wanted something that felt cool to me that I\u2019d be proud to leave behind,\u201d she says. Her ethos for the record was making \u201ciPod music\u201d; spending time with the album in headphones brought back my own memories of the early 2010s, when Crystal Castles<\/a>, Justice<\/a>, Goldfrapp<\/a>, and other artists turned the volume up to 11 with blaring synths piled on more blaring synths. But don\u2019t put her neatly in a box just because the lens of her camera has a little dirt on it. \u201cI hate the word[s] \u2018indie sleaze,\u2019 and I hate microtrend, resurgence sh*t,\u201d she says. \u201cThere’s a trashiness to what I do always, but people are too on the nose these days with Internet scenes and aesthetics. They want to put blanket terms on it. They think I fit an Internet microtrend, but no. Everyone\u2019s already being fed that. You really have to do your own sh*t.\u201d<\/p>\n

A new partnership with Records and Columbia allowed her to do, frankly, whatever the f*ck she wanted. \u201cI didn\u2019t want to make music being like, \u2018Oh, this will be a hit.\u2019 I didn\u2019t even want the mixing to be too glossy or too perfect,\u201d she says. Her instincts were right \u2014 and reflect a growing trend in the industry where turning inward (for Slayyyter, that was going back to her Midwest-girl roots) and focusing on vulnerability, truth, and a singular sound attracts more fans than engineering a TiKTok song for the masses. I bring up the inevitable comparisons to Brat<\/a> <\/em>circling the Internet, and she gives me a knowing smile: \u201cOh, I saw them.\u201d While the two records are not sonically related, the \u201cHail Mary\u201d similarities are unavoidable, as are their \u201cI-don\u2019t-give-a-f*ck-anymore\u201d POVs that have grabbed audiences by their heads and shook them around.<\/p>\n

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Yes, there are a lot of electroclash-laden Justice and SebastiAn homages on the record, like \u201cYes Goddd\u201d and \u201c$t. Loser\u201d \u2014 the latter of which is the best display of her vocal prowess on the record \u2014 but her heart is on her tattered plaid sleeve for a good chunk of the songs. \u201cCannibalism!\u201d is a studious punk-pop record that she says pays homage to The Cramps. \u201cWe had made a couple of songs in this iPod-music universe, and then they pulled some drum loops,\u201d she recalls. \u201cIt didn\u2019t feel like everything else, and I was like, \u2018Wait, I love this.\u2019 That\u2019s my favorite song on the album. I would love to lean more into that sound in future projects. It has a psychobilly, punk influence to it that sounds cool to me.\u201d<\/p>\n

In the chorus, sailing over the slick guitars and irresistible drums, she\u2019s not afraid to ask \u2014 nay, plead \u2014 for what she wants: \u201cTell you I\u2019m needin\u2019 it, if I don\u2019t have you, I\u2019ll die \/ Please God, send me a sign.\u201d \u201cUnknown Loverz\u201d feels like a Crystal Castles B-side meant for crying to late at night after your crush ignores you at the school dance (\u201c\u2018It\u2019s love, it\u2019s love, it\u2019s love\u2019 I say to myself when he doesn’t pick up \/ \u2018It\u2019s love, it\u2019s love, it\u2019s love\u2019 \/ The more that I chase him, the faster he runs\u201d) while \u201cBrittany Murphy\u201d is Slayyyter\u2019s rose-colored-lens pontification on what her legacy will be. It nails the final-track wind-down without totally bumming you out.<\/p>\n

After she honed in on the sound, it was time for the visuals. She tells me that after making every song, she knew exactly what the videos would look like. Like the opening sequence of the \u201cDance\u2026\u201d \u2014 she pictured herself walking into her house with her dad yelling at her, and 54 seconds into the song, when the beat drops, shooting him through her closed bedroom door. In true Midwest-girl-on-a-shoestring-budget form, she traveled around the country with her best friend, Kaitlyn Munro, to shoot the entirety of the album\u2019s visuals. Despite the major-label backing, the duo spent virtually no money filming. Every video was directed by Slayyyter and shot by Munro.<\/p>\n

\u201cKait and I were shooting on the fly so much. We ran to the beach on Fourth of July to get free fireworks. We did it again on New Year\u2019s. We went to Texas on tour with Kesha, and we shot in Marfa at the Prada thing,\u201d she says. \u201cWe were using what was around but also what fit the album.\u201d The result is decidedly lo-fi, raw, and intimate, matching the sonic atmosphere of the record to perfection. The visual for \u201cGas Station\u201d is all Slayyyter, twirling in front of the Prada Marfa installation, chilling in a dive-bar bathroom, and looking sexy as hell in a corset and American-flag shorts.<\/p>\n

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