BONEY M

That's right, people.
I make no secret of the fact that I love Boney M. It began with the discovery of a copy of 'Oceans Of Fantasy' in my dad's vinyl collection. The album came complete with a poster of the band dressed in sequins and coral, posing as Neptune and his underwater ladies (this poster may, infact, have had much to do with the initial appeal of the album for me - I mean, sequins. And they were underwater royalty! Case closed.) It later transpired that my dad did NOT actually like Boney M, but had been bought the album by my mum in their early days of dating... as you can imagine, he was thus overjoyed that my sisters and I played 'Oceans of Fantasy' to death.

People may pooh-pooh Boney M for their frivolous beats, but once the music begins, their tapping feet tell another story.

I found this little gem of footage in the hallowed halls of the internet. It's a little long, and who knows what crazy gags the Italian compere is telling at the start. (If anyone sees this and speaks Italian, please - let me know). However, it's got sequins and outfits and a cape spelling out the band name. There's what may well be the first recorded instance of a fake news broadcast within a disco tune. There's the hyper dancing of Bobby Farrell. All contained in an outrageously-biased and bigoted version of Rasputin's life.

Ah, Boney M.

Enjoy.