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Fever
04/05/2002 8:00 PM, Yahoo! Music
Bob Gulla
It's pathetic, really, Kylie Minogue burrowing her way onto U.S. soil and digging up our pop music lawns. It seems apparent, after just a cursory look at her career, that she'll do virtually anything to get our attention. Not since Pia Zadora have we seen a more vacant talent grab. Fever, Minogue's vacuous entree to these shores and our charts, is an astoundingly bland helping of hollow dance pop grooves and nauseating pleas for sex. Someone service her, please. Maybe then she'll stop.
A combination of teen-pop effervescence and club beats, Fever cops disco groove after disco groove without adding a single smidgeon of originality. Minogue's mall funk is bereft of even the slightest modicum of genuine passion or even the smallest hint of meaning. Her synth-pop grooves have so little impact you'd never think twice about if you heard it in the produce aisle of your corner grocery store, which may, of course, be the point. Look, dance music plays an important role in today's pop, as do guilty pleasures like the Spice Girls or Shania Twain, but Minogue's Fever is neither. In fact, it's so desperately lightweight it's in imminent danger of disintegrating altogether, which is exactly what I wish it would do right about now.
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