Shut Up

1	Disconnected 3:52
2	Come Dig Me Out 3:31
3	Contradiction 3:14
4	Coolhead 2:57
5	Right Here 3:30
6	Shut Up 2:47
7	On the Run 2:41
8	On Your Own 3:02
9	Too Much of You 3:07
10	Everything's Alright 2:40
11	More Than Life Itself 8:25

Barnes & Noble

Anyone who's spent even five minutes watching the Osbournes' MTV reality show knows that daughter Kelly, who's just turned 18, inherited her dad's potty mouth. This, her first full-length album, proves that Ozzy also passed along the gene that controls musical approach -- meaning that Shut Up is a nonstop romp through territories that'll tick some people off and leave others choking from laughter. As borne out by her debut single, the Madonna cover "Papa Don't Preach" -- not included here, by the way -- Kelly's not going to make anyone forget Janis Joplin. But when she digs her claws into the snotty "Shut Up" and the borderline-vulnerable punk ditty "Come Dig Me Out," she comes across as a natural performer -- one with a limited range but a perfect command of the territory in which she is comfortable. With the help of sympathetic producer Ric Wake (who's unusual pedigree includes working with Celine Dion and Twisted Sister), Kelly preens with coquettish glee on the kiss-off "Too Much of You" and segues into the same sort of headbanging feel-good message so often expressed by Ozzy himself on "Everything's Alright." With this exclamatory debut, Kelly Osbourne asserts a command performance. Seth Kaufman

All Music Guide

Kelly Osbourne, the daughter of Ozzy and Sharon Osbourne, is under no delusions about why she received a recording contract. The only reason she has a contract is her celebrity, created by the fluke pop-culture phenomenon of 2002, The Osbournes. Once that publicity machine kicked in, it was virtually inevitable that Kelly would have her pop-culture artifact -- voilà, Shut Up. Fortunately, this is much better than its pedigree suggests. It's a spunky, lively little record that has no illusions about being anything other than a folly, a bit of a lark. Sure, there's artifice here. Sure, it's lightweight. Sure, Kelly isn't a particularly gifted vocalist. Yet this works because it keeps its goals small and doesn't try too hard. It simply has fun, and it's hard not to have fun while listening to it, even if it turns out to be a transient pleasure. Much like the Osbournes show, then. Stephen Thomas Erlewine