Twenty-three tracks long and veering between proto-bangers bearing the imprimatur of hip-hop producer Mike Will Made It (Bang Me Box, Fweaky and Lighter, possibly the most accessible tracks here) and wiggy synth creations belying bongfuls of weed (“I’m sucking on your nipples, licking milky milky stars,” goes a bagatelle called Milky Milky Milk), Miley Cyrus & Her Dead Petz boasts the blessing, but not the involvement, of Cyrus’s record company.