Slayyyter Commands Us to CRANK
Have you ever gotten gay off that tequila? Slayyyter has.
by Matthew DaSilvapublished 02/18/2026
Have you ever gotten gay off that tequila? Slayyyter has.
by Matthew DaSilvapublished 02/18/2026
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No track thus far synthesizes this sonic clusterfuck as well as “CRANK.” Slayyyter is no stranger to nasty, quotable bars on the aforementioned singles: "fuck him, go into his closet, steal some of his Supremes" and "tell you I’m needing it, if I don’t have you, I’ll die," respectively. On “CRANK,” she decides to take her vulgarity even further, packing the track full of endlessly clever and memorable lines. These are my personal favorites:
- "He wanna fuck Slayyyter, Richard, we should link later."
- "She pick up then we fuck, I get so gay off that tequila."
- "I stray just like a dog, addicted to that heavy fucking."
The lyricism, while very entertaining, is not what sets this track apart from the lot in the current pop scene: that distinction comes from its groundbreaking production choices. The song opens with a relentless, industrial Jersey club beat and Slayyyter's glitchy moans echoing. As the beat builds, a screechy synth cuts in to make room for Slayyyter's first verse. She slides on the beat, rapping about her sexual tendencies and inebriation before scream-rapping the pre-chorus. Suddenly, the production becomes bare, moans glitch again, and Cathy commands, "CRANK IT!" The sound of, presumably, a race car screeching its tires on metal dominates the mix. This noise—underscored by her remixed moans and some guitar feedback—constitutes the chorus. Somehow, this bizarre choice works masterfully. The track is wholly unlike anything pop artists tend to release: gritty, grating, nasty, unsung, and catchy all at once. The closest comparison for me to Slayyyter’s “CRANK” might be JPEGMAFIA’s “Baby I’m Bleeding” due to the similar soundscape choices and scream-rap deliveries. However, the difference lies in Cathy's pop sensibilities. In spite of the grating sonics, one can't help but shake some ass to the beat—even though the song is unlikely to go over smoothly in any club.
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Lucky for us, the worst girl in America appears to have a vision of hedonism and an ear for gritty ear candy, something we can certainly expect more of on her incoming album. WOR$T GIRL IN AMERICA is scheduled to be released on March 27, 2026, and, if the singles are any indication, we're in for a boundary-demolishing dance-pop record.