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Doja Cat Vie Album Review: Full Tracklist, Standout Moments, and An Honest Look
Doja Cat’s fifth album is a pleasure project made for the small hours. The synths are soft-focus, the drums are crisp, and the writing keeps circling the same idea she’s been repeating on press runs: “What is life without love?”
She has also called this era about “love, romance, and sex,” which the record takes literally, flipping between flirty, needy, and a little wicked when it suits her.
The ‘80s shell is obvious, but she treats it like a toy box rather than a costume hire.
“Cards” slides open with glassy keys and a heartbeat kick. It sets the room and lets her voice do the heavy lift, stacking glow-on-glow harmonies until the hook locks in.
“Jealous Type” is the mirror moment, a late-summer single that keeps the drums tight and the bassline on a short leash so the chorus feels like a secret said out loud.
“AAAHH MEN!” presses the Knight Rider button for fun, bouncing that iconic arpeggio under sly one-liners. It is knowingly camp, the kind of track that gets a grin out of people who think they are too cool to grin.
“Couples Therapy” holds the record’s grown-up center. The tempo stays unhurried, the melody asks for honesty instead of fireworks, and her ad-libs feel like little thought bubbles drifting across the mix.
“Gorgeous” turns beauty culture into a catwalk daydream without losing its pulse. “Stranger” reads like a two-oddballs pact, built on a clean snare and starry pads that give her space to lean into tenderness rather than punchlines.
“All Mine” is where the top end of her voice gets to float. She plays it light, then slips into a brief rap tangent that sharpens the sweetness and returns to the chorus as if nothing happened.
“Take Me Dancing” is the centerpiece for a reason. The melody is easy to hum, the groove never begs for attention, and SZA drops in like a warm breeze, which Doja has been open about wanting from the start.
On radio hits and live slots, she has said the feature belongs here, even joking that it is not a Doja Cat album without this feature.
The song feels like hands on a waist, a slow spin, then a quiet laugh when the floor gets too crowded.
“Lipstain” tries a blurrier texture and gets by on mood more than muscle. After “Lipstain”:
“Silly! Fun!” snaps the pace back up with a sugar-rush hook and call-and-response ad-libs that feel like a dare.
“Acts of Service” spells out the title and drapes it in soft synths. It is pretty, almost too tidy, but it plays better as part of the run than it does alone. “Make It Up” has that compact earworm quality she does well, where the pre-chorus tilts just enough to make the chorus feel like a click into place.
“One More Time” and “Happy” keep the energy buoyant without overreaching. “Come Back” is the lights-up closer, string-swept and cinematic, like the end of a film where the couple walks out into the night air and nobody speaks in the car.
There is a through line to the era that helps the music land the way she wants it to. She has talked about the title being a blend of V for album five and the French word for life, and about why that word pulls her in.
“Something about French culture is very romantic. I think when you think roses and chocolate and the S-word.”
The styling matches that mood. Videos lean into playful glamour. Live looks echo throwback TV and movie cues. It is a world built to make simple love songs feel bigger than they read on paper.
If you want the quick map of strengths, it is this. Her ear for hook shapes is still top tier. The stacked vocals are addictive on replay.
The blends from singing to rapping feel more natural when the instrumentation stops trying to be clever.
The softer tracks hold up because she sells them with small details, not belt notes. A couple of mid-album songs drift into fillers, but they do less damage here than they would on a harsher record because the sequencing is kind. The highs do not shout. They hum. That suits her.
The best measure of Vie is how easily you fall back into it. It works in full because she sounds settled, not bored, and because the writing keeps finding new angles on the same simple subject.
She keeps it light, but not empty. She keeps it glossy, but not frozen. And when she slips in a line that feels like a wink at the camera, you catch it and smile.
