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The B-sides are the hidden gems. “It’s Only Love,” a dramatic, synth-string-laden ballad, never made the original album but is arguably superior to some of its slower moments. “Dream City,” a driving, hi-NRG track, sounds like it was designed for roller rinks and sweaty nightclubs in equal measure. These tracks reveal the depth of Fox’s collaboration with producers Jon Astrop and Ian Morrow—they weren’t just crafting hits; they were building a sonic universe.

For the casual fan, “Touch Me” is still a karaoke staple and a queer anthem. For the collector, this Deluxe Edition is the final word. For the music historian, it’s a primary source document. And for Samantha Fox herself, it’s the ultimate vindication—proof that her music, divorced from the sensationalism, stands on its own as a thumping, joyful, defiant piece of pop perfection. The deluxe treatment finally gives Touch Me the respect it always deserved: not as a side project of a model, but as a landmark debut of a survivor. And yes, you will still want to touch her. But now, you’ll also want to listen. Samantha Fox - Touch Me -Deluxe Edition-

Then came the Deluxe Edition .

Listening to the entire collection is an experience. You start with the hits, move through the deep cuts, descend into the 12” remixes, and emerge on the other side with a profound respect for the craftsmanship of an era when a single song could have four different, equally valid lives (radio edit, album version, 12” mix, dub instrumental). The B-sides are the hidden gems

In the sprawling landscape of 1980s pop music, few stories are as uniquely captivating as that of Samantha Fox. She was an anomaly: a working-class London teenager who skyrocketed from tabloid pin-up to legitimate international pop sensation. Her 1986 debut album, Touch Me , was the sonic artifact of that transformation—a brash, glittering, and surprisingly resilient collection of dance-pop that sold over five million copies worldwide. But for decades, the album existed in a kind of purgatory: a relic of its era, available only in crackling vinyl rips or tinny CD transfers, its B-sides, remixes, and extended 12” cuts lost to time. These tracks reveal the depth of Fox’s collaboration