CHER: CHER (1987)
1) I
Found Someone; 2) We All Sleep Alone; 3) Bang-Bang; 4) Main Man; 5) Give Our
Love A Fightin' Chance; 6) Perfection; 7) Dangerous Times; 8) Skin Deep; 9)
Working Girl; 10) Hard Enough Getting Over You.
I always thought The Witches Of Eastwick was a fun movie (thanks largely to
Nicholson, of course, but the ladies were okay too), and even though I do not
remember much about Moonstruck, I
don't remember being particularly put off by that one, either. Both of them
came out in 1987, and both plainly suggested that Cher could have a bigger
future in Hollywood than in her sunken musical career: for five years straight,
she had not bothered making a new record, and we could almost be so happy as to
hope that she would sit out the rest of pop music's corniest decade just as
well. Alas, this was not meant to be: 1987 had to be the year of Cher's final
triumph as actor and musical
performer, and we had to sit back and accept it.
As is often the case, a new self-titled album
signifies a creative rebirth, and in this case, Cher is rebooted as a
leather-clad, big-haired, power-puffed arena icon, stuck in between synth-pop
and glam metal — whatever it takes for people to buy the record. Her corporate
allies, in addition to Desmond Child (now solidified in his realm by having
recently scored with Bon Jovi), now include Diane Warren (who else!), Michael
Bolton (the long-haired Zeus of Eighties glam-rock to Diane's Hera), and a
bunch of lesser figures who spend most of their time sucking up to the big
ones. Her musician supporters include a list of approximately 100 different
names — amazing, considering how almost every song here feels like it consists
of about four different synthesizer notes and a robot drummer. And her attitude
here can be described as "I don't really care how good it is, as long as
it can kick ass across a football field".
I don't think it makes sense to even begin
discussing any of these songs — everything here just sounds like completely
generic radio fodder from the era (which it was): minimalistic, but annoyingly
loud synth patterns, big drums, hystrionic guitar solos, and mildly catchy
choruses that sometimes stick in your mind because of how many times they are
repeated. The «hits» (ʽI Found Someoneʼ and ʽWe All Sleep Aloneʼ) sound no
better or worse than the non-hits; also, ironically, even though it was ʽWe All
Sleep Aloneʼ that was co-written by Child with Jon Bon Jovi, the one song that
sounds the most like Bon Jovi is ʽGive Our Love A Fightin' Chanceʼ, co-written
by Child with Diane Warren. But why should we care?
The worst offender is probably a re-recording
of ʽBang Bangʼ, done pop-metal style, just because it is such a transparent
statement of "that was way back then, and this is how it's going to be
done now", because times change blah blah blah. Poor Sonny must have had a
fit when he heard this; those of us who weren't tremendous fans of the early
version in the first place have it better, but still, it is fairly hard to
tolerate this mess of metallic basslines and piled-up synth overdubs. At least
the original was a sentimental cornball with a sense of dark humor; the new
version is a plastic, lifeless melodrama going straight to the garbage bin.
The only «stand out» on the record is ʽSkin
Deepʼ, just because it ditches the arena-rock clichés for a second... only to
engage just as heavily in dance-pop clichés à la Debbie Gibson or Tiffany or
any of those other post-Madonna icons of the era. It's... danceable. Good enough
for an aerobics stint, but it didn't even chart all that high upon release.
For that matter, even ʽI Found Someone (To Write My Crappy Songs For Me)ʼ and
ʽWe All Sleep Alone (No Matter What You Think About Me Having A Threesome With
Michael Bolton And Desmond Child)ʼ never hit the top of the charts — although
they did rise high enough, largely because of the captivating effect that the
names of Bolton and Bon Jovi had on the public at the time, and made it
perfectly legit to speak of Cher's musical «comeback» after almost a decade of
floundering. But all this album really does is integrate the lady in the
already established musical fashion of the late Eighties — and now, in the
2010s, it is high time we put the ugly baby back to sleep with a thunderous thumbs down,
while at the same time, perhaps, resuscitating some interest in the early 1980s
«flops» like Black Rose and I Paralyze that actually had at least a
few sparks of genuine creativity.
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