Rock DJ: Unedited [DVD]
Rock DJ: Unedited [DVD]
Featuring a full frontal strip by Robbie–albeit one in which the Williams privates are blurred out–and more flying body parts than is customary in your average pop video rock DJ was clearly made with offence in mind. And cause offence it did, at least to puritan-minded TV schedulers most of whom declined to show the promo which, in turn, enhanced immeasurably the chart success of this actually rather nifty Frankie Goes To Hollywood-esque slice of dance-rock. Now those who missed Robbie removing not just his clothes but his skin and flesh in one of those model-filled futuristic bars that only ever seem to exist in videos can enjoy the sight at their leisure courtesy of this DVD. Also included is a brief but nonetheless entertaining making-of documentary which finds the ex-Take That member chatting up one of his leggy co-stars by asking her how the crochet lessons are going. Sadly, history–or at least this documentary–does not record whether this rather individual approach proved successful. –Clark Collis
Customer Review: Pathetic
The most overrated, talentless singer in the world - with the possible exception of Kylie Minogue. This song is attrocious, and is a rip off of the dire Ian Dury dirge Reasons to be Cheerful, so much so I expect Williams to sing “porridge oats” at any moment. Pathetic plagiarism, and not even plagiarism of a decent song.
Customer Review: Blobby Williams
Oh dear oh dear, the most overated, overpayed pop puppet in Britain (possibly the world) has been unleashed on DVD format. Some might spring to his defence and say “the man’s a natural entertainer”. This may be the case, in the broadest sense of the word, but there is one vital ingridient lacking that is original, imaginative music. Fair enough the “tunes” may be catchy to some but to anyone with an elementary understanding of music they just seem dull and flat. As for the lyrics, they could have been written by a ten year old german shepard. So in closing, you will enjoy this DVD if your taste in music is on par with that of a rotting carcas of a beached bottle nosed dolphin.
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