Now, you could argue that musically this is the worst of all the versions of this song, and I don’t know that I would disagree. But I like it because there’s no Bono, and because it came out at the height of my period of interest in the charts, so I am intimately familiar with the oeuvre of everyone involved, although I had forgotten just how much Marti Pellow sounds like Vic Reeves singing in the club style.
Kylie looks literally exactly the same here as she does now, which is both cheering and mildly alarming. Speaking of which, this version is also better than the original because it has actual women in it, who are allowed to sing lines of their own rather than being relegated to the chorus. Go, Lisa Stansfield! Go, Sonia! Go, mid-period incarnation of Bananarama!
Glad All Over 