From the looks of it, 'Enjoy Yourself' should be state of the art in the disco-dolly department. It's got three appealing photos of Minogue, the star of Australia's No. 1 soap opera, Neighbors, and a feel-good sound bite for a title. Lest anyone worry that our girl is completely untalented, she's in the capable hitmaking hands of British pop Midases Stock/Aitken/Waterman. There would seem to be no way this record could sound inept. But it does.
Pop misses are multiplying like tribbles and for the most part, the gals all sound pretty good. We have the technology to write their songs, provide a top-notch band and produce the bejesus out of their vocals. If Pebbles (or Regina Belle or Stacey Q) can't hit that high note, one of those knobs can. S/A/W, unfortunately, leave Minogue at the mercy of her own abysmal voice, with only a hopelessly retro 4/4 to keep time. She doesn't hear the differences between love lost ("Tell Tale Signs") and love found ("Wouldn't Change a Thing") or bother with shading or invention. And the album's one proven hit, "Tears on My Pillow," should make even the least history-conscious fan scream, "Travesty!"
Like the Barbie slogan says, "We girls can do anything." Paula Abdul (or Taylor Dayne or Karyn White) makes dance music just as empty-headed as Minogue's, but at least it's empty-headed dance music with conviction. Abdul may be a vessel for little-girl dreams; nevertheless, those dreams you can be tough and have a blast, and no street-corner cowboys allowed might one day come in handy. Enjoy Yourself makes a cheaper offer: You can put out a record. (RS 582-583)
(Posted: Jul 12, 1990)