For as long as we’ve known Kim Petras, we’ve known just how badly she wanted to be a pop star. The German singer never left any doubt about her dreams of becoming famous or the lengths she was willing to go to pursue them. For much of her career, Petras assumed the role of bimbo-starlet, leaning into the limelight in a way that both showcased her talent and spotlit the tradeoffs she’d made to get there. Her music owned up to being horny, garish, and superficial, but could scan as thin or cheap when held up to other kinds of ethical or political scrutiny. As a performer, she assumed the risk of keeping things purely on the surface by working within pop’s framework while winking at its limits. No matter how many allusions she made to being sluttier, spookier, and more in on the industry joke than she first appeared, it was hard not to feel that the brighter and more polished her records became, the more utterly vacant they felt.
Petras finally reached a long-in-the-making impasse earlier this year. After 2023’s Feed the Beast, the singer discovered how difficult it can be to make any kind of meaningful statement with your tongue lodged too firmly in your cheek. That album tried (and failed) to go for broke by selling out with a sneer in Europop tracks as shiny and soulless as an L.A. high-rise. At the same time, Petras began to experience increasing physical and psychological strain: tearing a tendon, touring through exhaustion, and sparring with her label. After working with a clutch of new collaborators on original material that she claims was shelved yet again, Petras publicly accused her label of not paying her producers for their work. Then she went nuclear: “I’m tired of having no control over my own life or career,” Petras posted. “I want to continue to self fund and self curate my own music. This is why I have formally requested to be dropped by @RepublicRecords.”
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Regardless of how faithfully (or creatively) you count her previous releases, Detour feels like Kim Petras’ true artistic debut, her first album to stand on its own creative merits without mainstream triangulation or industry concessions. Despite its title, the record is a major course correction rather than a casual stopover—the first project where she’s finally assimilated all of her talents and eccentricities into the kind of pop music she always should have been making. With the assist of an all-star team of collaborators including Frost Children, Margo XS, and Porches, the singer strikes out from major-label purgatory and makes a much-needed break for weirder and more exciting musical territory.
Detour opens with Petras laying down the gauntlet while idling on the edge of an enormous cliff. “This is the beginning of the end/Everything before was just pretend,” she sneers over blistering, five-alarm synths, feeling out the music’s danger before the beat hurtles into a chasm of pummeling noise. Throughout the record, the image of Petras’ life in freefall recurs, giving the record a sense of hair-whipping freedom and heart-stopping urgency. On tracks like “Need for Speed” and “101,” she’s flexing and joyriding—but on the record’s most emotionally fraught moments, it dawns on Petras that her only options are either leaping in or getting swallowed whole. On “DTLA,” the singer’s speaker-rattling boasts are gradually phased out by a piercing cry from the heart. In the song’s third act, Petras stares out at the city from a penthouse and is suddenly overwhelmed by how far she’s come and the distance she’s poised to fall: “It’s such a long way dowwwn,” she belts, making a pained, epic arch out of her voice.
