Naturally, I jumped at the chance to review a Christmas album by the woman who brought us Kids In America. Then I discovered the Rick Astley guests on Winter Wonderland and I knew this would be the best Christmas ever.
All in all, I’m not sure I was right, or even sober, at the time. As much as I genuinely love Rick Astley, the album is pretty much the most boring thing I’ve heard all year. The arrangements are lacklustre, there’s no punch to any of Wilde’s vocals, and for some reason Wilde or her producers felt the name of the album’s version of Silent Night should be Burn Gold. Sure. Why not.
I may not be the most Christmassy guy around, but I have no issue with Christmas albums. If they’re good. Or terrible. But this is just…bland. Which I guess is fine if you want to put it on to drown out children and make your mum happy after Christmas lunch. Just don’t actually bother to listen to it. I recommend listening to Kids In America on repeat for 39 minutes instead.
BY JOSH FERGEUS
Best Track: The bits Rick Astley sings.
If You Like These, You’ll Like This: The jokes you find in those shitty crackers.
In a word: Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
