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Track Listing: Dance With The One That Brought You You Lay A Whole Lot Of Love On Me Whose Bed Have Your Boots Been Under? Any Man Of Mine What Made You Say That The Woman In Me (Needs The Man In You) (If You?re Not In It For Love) I?m Outta Here! You Win My Love No One Needs To Know Home Ain?t Where His Heart Is (Anymore) God Bless The Child Love Gets Me Every Time Don?t Be Stupid (You Know I Love You) You?re Still The One Honey I?m Home From This Moment On That Don?t Impress Me Much Man! I Feel Like A Woman You?ve Got A Way Come On Over Rock This Country Shania Twain: The Platinum Collection is mostly taken from tracks featured on her breakthrough second album, The Woman in Me, and its hugely popular successor Come on Over. It follows the transplanted Canadian singer/songwriter’s fast track from “new country” newcomer to crossover contender and diva-in-training. Both musically and visually, the tracks shift from mannered country settings and modest production values (“Whose Bed Have Your Boots Been Under?”) to big-budget scale and soft-focus pop romanticism (“The Woman in Me”): from her earliest videos’ down-home settings in funky coffee shops and sun-dappled meadows (where we see the heroine riding her horse, naturally), the viewer is transported to the Sahara and gliding shots of Twain, bedecked in a gauzy gown, strolling past pyramids and temple ruins as if enacting some regal reincarnation. From that point forward, the visual artefacts of conventional country videos retreat, even as Twain’s flirty, feisty persona dials down its country accents to embrace a more mainstream synthesis of pop and rock. Twain’s brand of charisma is often very broad indeed, punctuated with winks and hearty wiggles, and her “controversial” sexuality (as measured by Nashville’s demure standards) translates to occasional deployment of her buffed midriff and dcolletage. Fans will revel in her hale, camera-savvy image and hooky but utterly conventional songs, even if more neutral observers may detect a certain generic safety in Twain’s repurposed array of romantic sentiments laced with flashes of self-reliance. –Sam Sutherland