She's back! On the cover she bares her midriff - very Madonna. And on the record she's very, um, Kim Wilde. Nothing, really, has changed. Apart from the brutal massacre of the old Supremes classic "You keep me hangin' on", Kim remains firmly entrenched in her old "Kids in America" style - coldly efficient pop, courtesy (usually) of brother Ricky, done in that steely, piping voice of hers that rarely conjures up a twinkle of emotion (except for half way through "The thrill of it" when she turns into Michael Jackson for some peculiar reason). There's nothing more of interest to say except that she has very nice hair.