Let me introduce you to a band called Babaluga. They were a short lived Italo-disco group (although only the girl was Italian, the other two were German and Moroccan). They were formed solely as a marketing gimmick for a line of children's clothing, and they broke up after five months to go back to school.
If you think they look bad, wait until you hear their only hit (and 50% of their discography), "My Paradise"
It's so bad, so awful, so cheesy and dorky, so dated...
...that it actually becomes kind of touching.
Think about it: This was supposed to be a defiant, youthful, party kind of song. But between the synths that sound like an Italo disco funeral dirge, the downbeat monotone of the singer, and the fact that they dressed like the Brady kids after they ran away and joined the circus make it sound more like the wistful fantasy of a 13-year-old bullying victim who probably has autism.
Plus, aside from
Garden of Delete by Oneohtrix Point Never (which is a great album btw), it's probably one of the few songs that accurately capture what it's like being a teenager, i.e. a seething, hormonal mass of social awkwardness and confusion.
