Kim Wilde goes into the night in the deep blue of an improbable ‘American night’. It is the cinema (see the artwork by Sheila Rock) … Kim, I increasingly feel like you’re just a tool in the hands of your brother. Why take a perverse pleasure to lock you up in the niche that you choose? Little Marilyn of innocuous sweet pop and yet so endearing, I refuse to believe you’re a ‘Love Blonde’ … It’s on you to show otherwise. An album that’s less good than the preceding despite the presence of Gary Barnacle (Leisure Process, Wendy Wu) and ‘Dancing in the Dark’, a rather weak composition mixed by the omnipresent Nile Rodgers.