This is one album I'm presuming I'll be asked to take down, which is a surprise because I've not heard (hide nor hair) of it for years. The George Baker Selection had one big hit with Paloma Blanca, and I remember NOT dancing to it as a young bloke in the late 70s. It was pop music of the lamest kind but, time has softened my opinion and now I kind of like the catchy, corniness; the faux rock look that is actually based in disco puerility. George now reminds me of Rory McGrath which is a shame because McGrath is a twat and I bet George is a bit of a dude. Put this one on when you're getting ready for a Friday night party with close friends.
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