>The finale could not be more telling. "Holiday", from all those
>years ago, is bouncy, clean, carefree, and you can't help but think
>of the slightly plump girl who started this remarkable story; but it
>is followed by "Music", lean, robotic, utterly soulless. Where there
>was once a life-affirming exhortation to rip up the day job for a
>fortnight and discover the joys of jumping up and down, there are
>now cold, synth-sprinkled Third Way ramblings about bringing
>together the bourgeoisie and the rebel.
>
>You could perhaps see it as a metaphor for the corporate takeover of
>pop music. That its controller-in-chief is not a man in a suit but a
>middle-aged bottle blonde in tartan and rhinestone, who urges her
>devoted fans, via a video clip from a showbiz chum, to piss off home
>because there are no more encores, is a curious development and
>arguably not a positive one.