On Independence Day 2025, Kesha detonated a firework of her own: . (PERIOD), her long-anticipated sixth studio album and the first released under her own label, Kesha Records. It’s more than an album. It’s a neon-lit middle finger to expectations and a joyride into the unruly, emotionally raw depths of her artistry.
With . (PERIOD), Kesha returns not just unfiltered, but unshackled. This 11-track collection explodes with irreverence, vulnerability, and a high-octane celebration of freedom. Featuring hit singles like “JOYRIDE.”, “YIPPEE-KI-YAY.” (featuring T-Pain), and “BOY CRAZY.” The album is stacked with unapologetically bold anthems that demand to be blasted at full volume, with glitter smeared across your cheeks and a scream in your throat.
Born in Los Angeles but spiritually stationed somewhere between a dancefloor and the desert, Kesha has long transcended pop stardom. She’s a cultural icon, a survivor, and a provocateur and with . (PERIOD), she’s steering the whole damn ship. Co-produced and co-written by Kesha herself, the album pulls from electro-pop, country, house, and punk, yet feels cohesive in its chaos. It’s as if each song is a new face of the same disco ball, fractured but blazing with light.
The opening track, “FREEDOM.” sets the tone with a thunderous, rallying cry for autonomy. From there, “JOYRIDE.” (released exactly a year prior) feels like a literal ignition. Its video, where Kesha races through the desert dodging helicopters and hitmen, has nearly 2 million views and encapsulates the album’s energy: rebellious, cinematic, and on the run.
Then there’s “BOY CRAZY.”, an infectious dance track paired with a chaotic, sex-positive video that sees Kesha surrounded by scantily clad men. It’s ridiculous. It’s hilarious. It’s art. Co-directed by Kesha herself alongside Brett Loudermilk and Zain Curtis, it’s clear she’s taken the wheel creatively as well as musically.
“YIPPEE-KI-YAY.” is perhaps the wildest track of the bunch. A yeehaw-worthy country-pop fusion featuring T-Pain and remixed by A.G. Cook. It’s absurd in all the right ways. Kesha even brought it to Coachella and Stagecoach in two wildly different live renditions that perfectly capture her range and reinvention.
And if there’s one ballad on this record that cuts deepest, it’s “CATHEDRAL.” A lush, gospel-tinged closer that aches with hope and grief. Kesha’s vocals, often buried under glitter and grit, shine in their full, earnest power here.
But beyond the music, . (PERIOD) is a reclamation. After years of public legal battles and creative restrictions, Kesha’s independence is no longer symbolic; it’s literal. Released through her own imprint, on her own terms, this album reaffirms her role not just as a pop star but as an artist. It’s messy, it’s loud, it’s half-joke, half-confession, and it’s the most Kesha she’s ever been.
Currently on her largest headline run to date, The Tits Out Tour. Kesha is lighting up arenas across the U.S., with sold-out shows at iconic venues like the Kia Forum in LA and Madison Square Garden. Proving once again that Kesha has always had her glittered finger on the pulse of pop culture.
. (PERIOD) is the sound of an artist who’s lived through hell and come out ready to dance on its ashes.
