The first music video I ever saw was in the fall of 1979, on some late-night TV show ("Late Night Video" or some such imaginative title, if memory serves, hosted by some guy on some Max Headroom-like set running a fake video switcher console, apparently to show this new video stuff was fresh out of the cameras). I remember parts of the video distinctly; four guys, cardboard guitars and car grills, a catchy vid of four very English guys playing an aggressively catchy pop tune with a four-on-the-floor beat lifted from Stax/Volt and run through a New Wave homogenizer. I remembered, lo these last 27 years, the hook line - and not much else. I didn't catch the name of the band then, and for 27 years I had no idea who'd done the song or video.
Second piece of background; I've never cared for XTC. The British art-pop band - who I listened to most often between about 1986 and 1990 - always seemed like what Elvis Costello would have been if he could've cracked the code on how to be even more baroque, picayune and dreary than he got after Armed Forces. Although guitarist/writer Andy Partridge was an interesting guy (or so he seemed after my conversation with him in the restroom at a radio station I worked at when I met him in 1989...), I had a hard time listening to anything by XTC for more than a minute or two.