Rod Stewart: Body Wishes : Music Reviews : Rolling Stone

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After listening to Body Wishes, Rod Stewart's latest and surely one of his least, you get the feeling that this singer is sorely in need of what comedian Henny Youngman calls "a charisma bypass." Except for the album's opener, "Dancin' Alone," a Chuck Berry-style rock & roller that's both lively and witty, there's nothing here–singing, playing, melodies, lyrics, production, arrangements – that you'll remember thirty seconds after you've heard it. Not much energy either. Just by-rote dance tunes, lachrymose (and unbelievable) love songs, a silly revenge ditty and the world's most unconvincing protest number ("Ghetto Blaster").

Sadly, Stewart, for a long time a genuine great one, seems to have passed over into that gaudy, rather meaningless land occupied by such people as Dolly Parton and Burt Reynolds–people whose main occupation is Stardom, and precious little else. When this esteemed position is reached, it doesn't matter what one does anymore–a minimum of competence and a maximum of product are the rules–as long as one just shows up. And shows up. And shows up.

Even Stewart appears to realize that Body Wishes isn't exactly hot stuff. In the liner notes, the singer offers "special thanks and admiration to [coproducer] Tom Dowd, who came in on the project at the last minute and saved it from going down the toilet." Saved what?