At first it was difficult to believe, Marilyn Manson’s version of Tainted Love – for all its chest beating machismo, is actually much, much camper than the Soft Cell one. Then I went home and listened to the original and realised it isn’t camp at all. Through the backwards blinkers of Marc Almonds private life and later career the temptation is to think that this song about the death of a relationship should be dripping with arch knowingness. But then should it equally be surprising that Manson’s version should be harder or straighter? After all his vocal styling is nary a spit away from Bryan Ferry’s.