On his latest song, "MT. RUSHMORE IS MY DICK," the experimental R&B and hip-hop agitator Cyrus Blue delivers a fear-no-evil, blood-slicked monologue that's part come-clean, part goon reproach. This is the performance art of music that is drenched in ego and lust and some twisted form of broken masculinity, challenging you to look beyond.
"MT. RUSHMORE IS MY DICK" might just find its strength in chaos, mirroring the gritty sounds found on Yeezus and carving a lane that is undeniably Cyrus. It's supposed to be raw, ragged, and unsettling. The production doesn't soften the edges but sharpens them. Each warbly note and abrasive cadence functions here as both shield and reflection, prompting you to ask where performance ends and where the pain starts.
Even in all the aggression, there's a haunting openness pulsing just beneath the surface. This is Cyrus's alter ego at his most splintered. Lust becomes language. Bravado becomes barrier. And under it all lies a solitude that will not close its mouth.
It's not just a song but a reckoning. An affront to how we view Black men, desire, and power. Cyrus seizes the myth of manhood, in particular, the hypermasculine, untouchable, and exclusive version fed to Black boys, and rips it to shreds while you're watching. The result is a track that's chilling and profoundly human.
"MT. RUSHMORE IS MY DICK" is for those willing to be uncomfortable. He wanted to hear the pain behind the pose. To witness the satire so clearly there, yet hidden in plain view, that no subtitles are required. Cyrus Blue is doing what all the great artists do, disrupting, dissecting, and daring us to feel something real.
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Reviewed by LyricalOdyssey Music
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May 06, 2025
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