Ignoring the first four singles – and that’s quite a statement – we arrive at the rest of the album and discover an exploration of delights.
Acutely self-aware, “Some others may say it’s because I’m so tall / But that doesn’t bother me at all” from the opening track, Ideal Woman, is a declaration of confidence and self-empowerment. This theme is continued in the haunting ballad title song, Not Your Muse: “I can be bold / Decorate me, adore me, baby/ But I can’t be owned”.
Even when she steeps herself in melancholy in a chanson like A Kiss (which feels assured enough to be a Jacques Brel cover rather than an evocative original song), the underlying message is regardless of setbacks or disappointments, there is survival. “And so it goes like this / When some I want and some don’t fit / Some, some, some are just a kiss”. Marc Almond once defined the difference between a singer and a vocalist: a singer is someone who is concerned with delivering the melody of the song as perfectly as possible, while a vocalist inhabits the soul of a song and whatever conveys the true feeling of the song they’ll use. Celeste by that definition is definitely a vocalist. She allows every rasp, every hoarse crack in her soaring delivery to convey the pain and emotional punch of the song.