Bouncing gracefully into her early 40s, nearly 25 years deep into her wildly successful pop career, Kylie Minogue sounds quite good. The vocals on her eleventh record, Aphrodite, are as thin as usual, but melismatic gymnastics were never the point. Kylie's enduring success has depended on limitless resilience, supernatural likeability, and the continuing shrewdness of her career choices. In a way, Aphrodite lacks surprises. It doesn't yearn for futurism, or define the 2010 pop moment like records from Robyn or Janelle Monae do. But it's unfailingly crisp and breezy, and commendably fillerless for such nakedly mainstream product. Even the nasal reediness of her voice is proof of self-assurance. She's gotten cozy with her empathetic plasticity, and she definitely doesn't need auto-tune to fuck it up now.