The rest, as they say, is history. As are Baccara, to the tremendous fortune of music lovers around the world (and, one imagines, holiday makers seeking solitude on Fuerteventura). Nevertheless their legacy remains, encapsulated on this astounding 19 track CD, which gamely steps beyond the sassy disco for which they became famous (most notably 'yes sir, I can boogie' and 'sorry I'm a lady') and plumbs the possible depths to which a record executive's judgment can sink.
Okay, 'yummy yummy yummy' and 'parlez-vous francais' might survive and even flourish in the harsh environment of 70s formula disco (one-riff drum beat, thumping bass, occasional glissando on the strings and a wah wah chickety chuckety sound panned hard right), but 'the devil sent you to lorado'? This is hellish stuff. It would be a resolute individual indeed who could listen to all this material in one uninterrupted sitting.
It would be nice to say that Baccara represent the Ed Wood Jr. of pop music, but sadly the last forty years are littered with efforts far worse than this, to the point where 'yes sir, I can boogie' sounds positively classy.
At least until you get to the bit where they sing 'boogie voogie' because they can't say their Ws, at any rate.
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