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Whisper it, but there was a feeling as recently as 2020 that Kylie Minogue was being put out to pasture. There’d been a greatest hits collection, a Christmas album, and a legends slot at Glastonbury. She’d also released two records of nicecore dance-pop seemingly engineered for BBC Radio 2 drivetime slots. “When I go out, I wanna go out dancing,” she’d sung fatalistically on 2018’s Golden, as if she was standing over a great big pop-music-exile abyss, ready to plunge.
