Where intriguing, nightclub hopping, jet set personality finally steps into music as solo artist and plays with smoke and mirrors to titillate continental audience hungry for another Dietrich-like entertainer. Of course its all a brainchild of German producer Anthony Monn who masterminded the introduction of his latest discovery and it must be said he did a good job of packaging and selling his product - all of his albums for her are great, guilty fun without pretensions and not for a moment listener would confuse this with US disco - this is decidedly European affair with tons of schmaltz and kitch but great in itself.
Can't say why, but this reminds me very much of early Donna Summer (also brainchild of European producer Giorgio Moroder) though of course Summer was great singer while Amanda Lear couldn't really sing to save her life, although critics who gleefully pointed at this obviously missed the point - with Lear it was all about wink and nudge, suggested naughtiness and oversized camp personality. The whole hoopla about singer's real identity is actually pretty obvious, since Lear wrote majority of lyrics herself, to me this all sounds like any Asian Tony Manero imagining himself as femme fatale - the harder Lear tries to convince us she is genuinely seductive, the less believable she is but my guess is that just like with Mae West back in the 1930s, it worked for some. The whole album is great fun, like first four Lear LPs and once she severed ties with Monn, the magic was abruptly gone. Guilty pleasure.
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