Review – Hey Mr. Heartache

What a disappointment! I always thought that Kim Wilde was a floozestress with a difference. But alas I was wrong – the 1988 version of Kim Wilde seems intent on modeling herself on the likes of dodgy old groups like Shakatak with this clumsy disco bop that doesn’t really go anywhere at all. There’s lots of funky high-tech wizardry with Kim trilling some supposedly heartrending guff about poor Mr Heartache while an exceedingly tedious synthesizer belts away in the background. How very dull.