You might remember Kylie Minogue as the woman responsible for "Can't Get You Out of My Head," a major hit and minor artistic achievement from her stateside breakthrough record, 2002's Fever. The infectious song was the highlight of the otherwise middling Fever, but now Minogue's back with another record set to prove she can make a name for herself in the crowded world of synthetic-pop.

Is Body Language a success? Not surprisingly, no. By draining everything triumphant out of "Can't Get You Out of My Head," Minogue's new record shows no interest in switching things up; in fact, it's pretty much an entire album of "Head" retreads without that song's killer chorus. With simplistic dance floor tracks bumping heads with, uh, more simplistic dance floor tracks, Minogue's clearly hit her groove with Body Language. If only her groove could carry a whole album.

Mixing the chart-topping sensibility of a mid-1980s Madonna with an oddly lighthearted trip-hop vibe and lyrics meant simply as placeholders, Body Language is the kind of music you put on when you've got no interest in paying attention to music. With little to distinguish each track from the next, Body Language is pretty much like one big 48-minute song. Minogue's hands-off vocal stylings drive every song through its unexceptional hook, and her producers emerge as prime candidates for work on shampoo commercials.

Provided, this is dance-pop, not indie-rock, and this isn't music designed with brilliance in mind. But with Body Language, Minogue turns her previous work on its head, turning a little bit of genre-defying promise into whole lot of nothing.

-- Reviewed by Paul Thompson