Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Battlestar Galactica 1978 - Android Sisters Musical Moment

I found a couple of classic Battlestar Galactica trading cards in a shoe box in my Mom's closet this week. This would be the 1978 Star-Wars-ripoff TV show that my brother watched religiously. If you told me back then that this would be remade into a prestigious cable show with a cult following all these years later, I definitely would have scoffed at you. SCOFFED, I say!

Because, geez, take a look at the original (if you haven't already in your youth). First a card:

Look at the circuitry, the digital readouts, a heart-rate monitor(?), the WIRES. So many wires. This is to be our space-opera future? Even for the late 1970s, in a dystopian future with cobbled-together technology remnants among a rebel fleet, this is a disappointing and very low-budget vision. The back explains it all:

OK, let's ponder this as a creative entity: Scientist Winkler. That's the best the writers could do. It demonstrates a real lack of imagination to name your archetype scientist-guy as Scientist Winkler. How'd you like to type that out (probably on a typewriter, no doubt) over and over again during his story arcs...

Scientist Winkler replaces a battery pack. 

Scientist Winkler readies an explanation as to why Docking Bay 27 is on the fritz. 

Scientist Winkler takes it on the chin. 

I'm tired of it already. And what is a daggit? I can't remember because I'm old and this series is all a blur to me, but fur, wiring, metal and love, gives us clue. Let's take a look at Muffit the daggit.


Muffit outtake. Muffit was played by a chimpanzee named Evie. Which is so wrong.

This series layered on the cheese, hardcore, as evidenced by the following seemingly endless clip of a major space battle. With plenty of pshew! pshew! laser shots, glowing engine exhaust, and fireballs—none of which would occur in the vacuum of oxygen-less space, this is the stuff of beige-clad, blown-dry, chrome-robot-with-floating-red-eyes, 1970s dreams.

But I came here today to share something genuinely special: The Android Sisters. I do vaguely remember these talented ladies of the futuristic nightclub circuit, and I think you can see why.


Good question

So anyway, I hope this video never gets pulled. It's that good. The future of live entertainment, today.

And in case you want a closer listen to the Android Sisters' hit, It's Love, Love, Love, the Internet provides. Warning: something in the production of this—probably too much flanger—actually made me nauseous. But don't let that stop you.

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