Amanda Lear is barely known in the UK; those who have heard of her probably know more about her private life than her musical career. Yes, she was the lover of Bowie, the intimate of Dali, the centre of dozens of juicy rumours and, last year, the victim of personal tragedy when her husband died in a fire. But cross the channel and La Lear is one of the greatest disco icons; her records are on jukeboxes across the continent, and in Italy she's still a household name thanks to regular TV appearances. For discerning fans, Amanda Lear has always been the last word in a slightly tongue-in-cheek, knowing kind of glamour - and this album is the perfect expression of that. Side one is taken up with the long Follow Me suite, four songs (and a reprise, naturally) segued together into bittersweet disco heaven. The arrangements are perfect Euro cheese, heavy on the strings, over which Amanda growls a Faustian tale of temptation and damnation. Side two is more standard fare, with a couple of camp dancefloor classics and some fun throwaway stuff. Amanda virgins should probably start here - but be warned, once you get hooked, you'll end up having to own everything she ever recorded. Follow her!