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Songs of the Dead
on 13 June 2008
Kym Marsh's album. Where do you go?
Kym's a sexy woman, with deeply alluring rough edges. She grew up on a rough housing estate; worked for Ann Summers(!); started celeb-life fat in horrific Hear'say, and finished up marrying a failed soap actor ~ as well as regularly appearing in a famous soap opera herself. Quite a journey for one still quite young. Quite some pages written on...
So what about her album? What about the review?
Well in a review context: it has a few good songs and quite a lot of bad ones. 'Come On Over' is the star; solid acoustic strumming and Kym's seductive vocal make it a winner. 'Sentimental' also works quite well; Kym showing a range and an uncharacteristic lack of fear of doing something a bit different.
About a third of the way in, though, it starts getting bogged down by dreary ballads and predictable pap. 'After Goodbye' is weak, so too 'Here Comes Heaven', and the rest of 'Standing Tall' is sort of fair-to-middlin' with the exception of 'Cry' which is a mouldy stinkhorn.
A wholly predictable 3-star album. Over-produced to death, and not letting us see enough of Kym, battling valiantly against the double threat, real on the horizon, of the solo careers of Emma Bunton and, (gasp!) the Wicked Witch of the West, Mylene Klass.
She needn't have worried, neither did much better, but it must've hurt that they were so much posher.
Kym's living proof that winning one of these 'X-Factor' type reality shows doesn't automatically mean oblivion.
Cowell (Robson and Jerome, Clive Dunn, Bobby Bland and the Blandells etc), and new chimp at the tea party, Piers Morgan, must be dreaming of a success like Kym's. Unfortunately, as their 'sponsored' artiste's belt out yet another rancid cover version, they're merely making provision for their REAL positions in life as plumbers, driving instructors and shop-assistants.
After a mercifully brief tenure as showbiz royalty, they will deservedly disappear into the ether of gaseous has-beens. Cowell and Osbourne already bickering like children about the next monumental loser.
Kym's above all that. She's doing just fine on Britain's biggest, bestest drama series. She's looking good, and viewing figures are steady. Her and her extremely lucky husband have been through a bad patch (what is it with these celebrities!?) but are sorted (but for how long!?). She's even made up with Mylene, all the bitching and vileness long forgotten in a welter of sisterhood, leg-waxing and girly kisses.
'Standing Tall' is a warning to all those wannabes, huddled against the rain outside an antiseptic theatre, getting prodded til they're bruised by their parents and friends. A definite aura of the abattoir about them as they're herded into those terrible rooms, to be cruelly ridiculed and slighted by people who have no more discernable talent than they do - except being able to 'discover' joke novelty acts.
Dignity and self-respect are better than (this kind of) fame. It is literally..the fame of defeat.
Kym stood tall and prevailed, but she's looking down (under fabulously long anthracite eyelashes!) at the thousands who fell along the way.
Probably the most appropriate album title ever....