Don't wait 'til tomorrow when you should be living today

Continuing my trip back through the 1990 album charts.

14/01/90 : Enjoy Yourself - Kylie Minogue

Whilst this is vintage Kylie, she's done much more interesting stuff as she's matured, so I'm not expecting this to be exactly great - and there was never any chance of me buying this (8/51).

No, it's not a great album - but it's still a million times better than NKOTB.  It's very much classic SAW and her voice ain't exactly the strongest but it's bearable in small doses - fortunately it's only 32 minutes, so it's over before you get too sick of it.  But, let me clear, there's no reason to actually listen to the thing.

We're at #4 on her fourteenth week of a 31 week run with it having peaked at #1 in its debut week - and it spent its first ten weeks in the top five.  Lordy!  The rest of the top five were Phil Collins, NKOTB, Tina Turner and Lisa Stansfield and the highest new entry was Quincy Jones, all the way down at #57.

Wikipedia has a frankly astounding 308 milliPeppers on the album - what on earth do they find to say about it?  Well, it's certainly a well padded entry including background, tour details, track listings (seven of them!) and song analysis (surprisingly long for the songs in question).  There's also a bizarre section on how SAW artists often wore hats on their album covers.  The critics were generally pretty negative about the album - "a cog in a gray-noise machine" was my favourite comment.  But did the Charlene-loving public care?  Errr - no.  #1 in the UK (selling over a million copies) and Ireland, only #9 in Australia, quite bizarrely #7 in Japan and it didn't do anything in the US.

"Customers also listened to" Jason Donovan, Sonia, Mel & Kim and Donna Summer - the odd fine track between them, but mostly a load of dross.  Which is pretty much true for Kylie as well - she probably has more decent tracks, but she also has way more dross as well.  And this album is, unfortunately, mostly the latter.

07/01/90 - What a way to end the year
21/01/90 - Aaaargh, make it stop

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