Chris Craddock
With the epic pop struggle between Take That and Robbie, I’ve always tended to take the side of Williams. I 
saw him as a Freddie Mercury figure, pumped full of testosterone. For a while I was repaid, Take That crashed and burned as Robbie achieved delirious heights, Along the way recording my personal favourite album Swing When You’re Winning. Then back came Barlow with some huge power ballads and Robbie faltered (to put it kindly) with Rudebox. Now after a three year absence from the music scene I hoped that he would prove his musical superiority and send Barlow back to fat camp (and whereever the nameless members went).
After hearing Bodies, the first single of his new album Reality Killed the Video Star, I could see Gary reaching for those ever so comforting pies. However, that’s all the praise I can give this shambolic attempt at pop music. I cannot believe that he has based what I expected to be his massive comeback on such underdeveloped rubbish. To be honest, I wasn’t expecting lyrical genius from Robbie, however, on hearing the opening lines of Blasphemy which consisted of the “inspired” lyrics “Egyptians built their pyramids, the Romans did what they did”, I wondered how anybody can spend that much time on nonsensical shite and why I was wasting mine listening to it. The only point I felt when the dark prince of pop was anywhere near his former best, apart from Bodies, was the rocky track Do You Mind which provided a bit of fun in this dull and devoid album.
After hearing what little this album has to offer I can safely say that Barlow is not going to be needing that pie anymore and should be waiting for a call from a very desperate Robbie Williams who is obviously past his best. I’m still waiting for him to entertain me once again.