Kesha’s sixth studio album doesn’t come with a long-winded title or cryptic metaphor, just a single dot (pronounced “Period”) is minimal in name only. Musically and emotionally, it’s a maximalist power move, a confrontational 11-track declaration from one of pop’s more fearless shape-shifters.

Arriving one year to the day after her fiery comeback single “Joyride,” . (Period) is Kesha unleashed, writing, co-producing, and commanding the soundboard like an artist with nothing left to prove but plenty left to say. It’s pop music with its glitter scraped off. Period. “Joyride” and “Delusional,” both pre-release hits, continue to rack up global streams and critical acclaim. The former, a sparkling slice of electro-pop vengeance, lit up the charts and brought Kesha roaring back into the mainstream conversation. With over 100 million Spotify spins, it’s the beating heart of the album’s evolution. Another single, “Yippee-Ki-Yay” featuring T-Pain, is a yeehaw-glitch banger that barrels through country, club, and chaos. This is Kesha’s rodeo, and we’re all just along for the wild ride.

But . (Period) is more than a collection of hits. It’s a war cry, a love letter, and a diary entry all at once. Tracks like “The One” and “Boy Crazy” slice through the noise with razor-sharp hooks and heavier truths. The production, from longtime collaborator Zhone and the hyperpop-wired Pink Slip, is aggressive, strange, and deeply alive, matching Kesha’s lyrics blow for blow. With a North American tour looming and a cultural moment swelling behind her, Kesha has reclaimed her throne, not by bending to the pop machine, but by dismantling it. . (Period) isn’t just a punctuation mark. It’s a full stop. A statement. An artist pressing the reset button and daring the rest of us to catch up.