Gleefully sticking a middle finger up to dental hygienists everywhere, her debut single ‘Tik Tok’ used Jack Daniels as mouthwash and got tipsy on wonky Auto-Tune. When Kesha first broke out just over a decade ago, she was immediately branded pop’s resident party girl. “I’ve gotten older,” she tells me, “and I don’t give a fuck.” Incidentally, this is more or less the headspace in which Kesha created her new album ‘High Road’. Sitting nearby in a chair, notes in hand, the whole set-up feels akin to interviewing my nan – if my nan was a pop star covered in jangly gold bangles. “Sorry, my voice is going,” she says, hopping into the bed. We’ve met today in an apartment in a swanky bit of West London, and now she’s ditched what she aptly describes as her “plastic tablecloth” outfit, Kesha is keen to kick back. Once upright, the singer waltzes off and reappears in comfier attire: a silk dressing gown and some purple fluffy slippers. Clearly, Kesha is not somebody who suffers from hayfever. “I just feel like it.” She crumples to the ground and flops face-down onto the floral creation we’ve been using as a backdrop today, rapidly star jumping as if creating a flowery snow angel. Um, yeah… sure? “Not for any particular reason,” she adds, sensing confusion.

“Is it OK if I just quickly faceplant, right here?” Kesha suddenly enquiries as her photoshoot with NME draws to a close.

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