She was always going to struggle to follow "Can't Get You Out Of My Head", that ziggurat of cyber-pop which Paul Morley wrote a 180,000-word book about and described as the missing link between Shostakovich and Steps. Body Language tries too hard, period. It comprises a dozen attempts to prove that La Minogue is, as one title here risibly puts it, a "Red Blooded Woman", superfluous perhaps when one considers she has been parading her pudenda before us for a decade. Self-consciously libidinous first single "Slow" is just Madonna circa Erotica doing Grace Jones circa Nightclubbing. It took nine?NINE!?writers to come up with the girl-group hackwork of "Secret". Curtis Mantronik's "Someday" and "Promises" sound like offcuts from the sessions that produced "Got To Have Your Love". "Chocolate" is trip hop for tweenies. And there's a duet with Green Gartside that for people of a certain age and aesthetic inclination should be godlike but is entertaining mostly because, after all the tweaking and smurfing of her voice, Kylie still doesn't sound as paedo-girly as Mr Politti. And there's only one Cathy Dennis song, and it's awful.
She was always going to struggle to follow “Can’t Get You Out Of My Head”, that ziggurat of cyber-pop which Paul Morley wrote a 180,000-word book about and described as the missing link between Shostakovich and Steps. Body Language tries too hard, period. It comprises a dozen attempts to prove that La Minogue is, as one title here risibly puts it, a “Red Blooded Woman”, superfluous perhaps when one considers she has been parading her pudenda before us for a decade. Self-consciously libidinous first single “Slow” is just Madonna circa Erotica doing Grace Jones circa Nightclubbing. It took nine?NINE!?writers to come up with the girl-group hackwork of “Secret”. Curtis Mantronik’s “Someday” and “Promises” sound like offcuts from the sessions that produced “Got To Have Your Love”. “Chocolate” is trip hop for tweenies. And there’s a duet with Green Gartside that for people of a certain age and aesthetic inclination should be godlike but is entertaining mostly because, after all the tweaking and smurfing of her voice, Kylie still doesn’t sound as paedo-girly as Mr Politti. And there’s only one Cathy Dennis song, and it’s awful.
