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''Body Language'' is a 2003 album by Australian singer Kylie Minogue, her ninth studio album in total.

While ''Body Language'' failed to reach the chart and sales success of its predecessor, 2001's ''Fever'', it still managed to chart in the top five in multiple countries. It has been certified 2x Platinum in Australia, selling around 140,000 copies, and has gone Platinum in the UK, selling over 378,000 copies. In addition, the album has also been certified Gold in Switzerland (20,000), Austria (10,000) and New Zealand (7,500) while 50,000 copies were sold in France, and 177,000 copies in the USA. - Wikipedia

When Kylie Minogue sings, "Here's my secret/ I'm a girl who likes her fun," on "Secret (Take You Home)," is she being disingenuous or just being cute? Well, both, actually. In fact she's always being both, except when she's being a total freaking goddess. Body Language is Kylie's electro album, but little about it clashes in any sense-its beats, synth-glides and songwriting are straightforwardly pop. Though Minogue may have borrowed her basic approach from clubland's recent vogue for down-and-dirty nu-roboticism (see Peaches, or Avenue D's "Do I Look Like a Slut?") her new disc is less overtly erotic than 2001's supernal Fever. When Kylie sings about "vibes" on "Sweet Music," she's not even remotely referring to the same kind her younger sister Dannii did on "Vibe On," her sex-toy ode from 2003's Neon Nights, despite "Sweet Music" containing lines like "Feel it like that, move it like that, drive it like that."

No, Kylie's singing strictly about the music. And though she might be quoting late lover Michael Hutchence of INXS when, in the same song, she claims to be "looking for that new sensation," she also-and more importantly-seems to refer to Body Language's move toward what can only be called robo-maturity. Minogue is obviously trying to push beyond candy-pop brightness-good idea for a 35-year-old woman-and a few songs ("After Dark," "Slow") balance adulthood and eternal club-kiddiness. But maturity tends to bring out any pop star's most boring qualities, and Minogue is no exception. Body Language sounds like a stepping-stone record, a bridge between Fever's pop-pop-populism and, it seems fair to hope, a similarly immediate disc that internalizes Kylie's newfound pensiveness.

"When Kylie Minogue sings, ""Here's my secret/ I'm a girl who likes her fun,"" on ""Secret (Take You Home),"" is she being disingenuous or just being cute? Well, both, actually. In fact she's always being both, except when she's being a total freaking goddess. Body Language is Kylie's electro album, but little about it clashes in any sense-its beats, synth-glides and songwriting are straightforwardly pop. Though Minogue may have borrowed her basic approach from clubland's recent vogue for down-and-dirty nu-roboticism (see Peaches, or Avenue D's ""Do I Look Like a Slut?"") her new disc is less overtly erotic than 2001's supernal Fever. When Kylie sings about ""vibes"" on ""Sweet Music,"" she's not even remotely referring to the same kind her younger sister Dannii did on ""Vibe On,"" her sex-toy ode from 2003's Neon Nights, despite ""Sweet Music"" containing lines like ""Feel it like that, move it like that, drive it like that.""

No, Kylie's singing strictly about the music. And though she might be quoting late lover Michael Hutchence of INXS when, in the same song, she claims to be ""looking for that new sensation,"" she also-and more importantly-seems to refer to Body Language's move toward what can only be called robo-maturity. Minogue is obviously trying to push beyond candy-pop brightness-good idea for a 35-year-old woman-and a few songs (""After Dark,"" ""Slow"") balance adulthood and eternal club-kiddiness. But maturity tends to bring out any pop star's most boring qualities, and Minogue is no exception. Body Language sounds like a stepping-stone record, a bridge between Fever's pop-pop-populism and, it seems fair to hope, a similarly immediate disc that internalizes Kylie's newfound pensiveness.

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