Amazon.co.uk Review
More than any of their teeny-bop compadres, Vengaboys have fashioned a career out of being ridiculous: those comedy song titles, the sly double-entendres, the ludicrous outfits. One double-platinum
debut album and a rash of Top 10 hits down the line, they're obviously onto a good thing. Silly sells, apparently. We love cartoons and we love Top Shop fashion, so why shouldn't we love Vengaboys?
The Platinum Album is an utterly insane and deeply bizarre rush of kitsch randiness and broken English volubility. "Uncle John From Jamaica" is a cod-reggae romp, "Skinny Dippin'" is a hilarious
Carry On-style flirt, "Cheeka Bow Bow" is a twisted analogy between sex and computers, with the disturbing final couplet "My disc was not protected / And now I am infected." It's not a lyrical masterpiece, but as disposable pop,
The Platinum Album is good at what it does. --
Amber Cowan
CD Description
An exuberant foray into pumping, postmodern Euro pop, THE PLATINUM ALBUM will tickle even the most serious music fan's fancy. Vengaboys' debut lays waste to the cynics, puts the swagger into the walkman wearer's gait, and provide insurmountable competition to the likes of Steps and B*Witched in providing the intoxicating dance beat for those summer discotheque excursions. Starting with the swoon-some ode "Shalala Lala", a ditty that will accompany many a passionate evening'sembrace, this album blossoms into a pop-tastic tour de force.
PLATINUM moves from the hi-energy dance anthem "Kiss (When the Sun Don't Shine)" to the chilled, reggae-tinged groove of "Uncle John from Jamaica". It's a swathe of rampant, frolic-inducing tune-smithery, and there's no choice but to waggle whenever one hears a Vengaboys beat. All said, this work encompasses the Vengaboys' fun-for-fun's-sake ethic, andonly the most churlish critic could deny the worth of this as a soundtrack to the teenybopper's evening.