The history of music intertwining with dance is as old as music and dance are themselves, and these days Strictly Come Dancing can sometimes feel almost as longstanding. Really, who can now imagine autumn without the besequined battle for the glitterball trophy? Given that the series first foxtrotted onto our screens as far back as 2004, there's actually now a generation of British children and teenagers who have grown up not knowing popular culture without it.
Will all this in mind, the first surprise attached to last night's Strictly Prom was simply that it hadn't happened years ago, way ahead of previous razzmatazz television-pegged productions such as the BBC Sport Prom or those three Doctor Who ones. Indeed, perhaps it was only BBC Proms anchorwoman Katie Derham having reached the finals of the 2015 competition that saved us from a Great British Bake Off Prom this year. As it was, though, last night finally brought us an outreach prom that just felt immensely right, and it got off to a flying start, the opening bars of Jule Styne's Gypsy overture being the cue for Strictly dancers Aljaž Škorjanec with Janette Manrara, and Giovanni Pernice with Joanne Clifton – themselves a symphony of electric blue ostrich feathers and sequins – rising in eye-catching lifts from amongst the prommers in the arena itself. Dancing onstage, they were joined by fellow Strictly dancers Kevin and Karen Clifton for an exuberant Foxtrot/American Smooth amalgam, and as the audience rapturously cheered, and the giant glitterball above our heads cast spinning dappled reflections over everything, the atmosphere could not have been more joyous and fun-filled.
The programme itself was simple and effective: an exploration of the ways in which composers have been inspired by dance, with danced numbers alternating with orchestra-only ones, presented from the stage by Derham, who in turn got her own dancing clogs back out for a Quickstep to Harry Warren's 42nd Street, and a Viennese Waltz to Walter Earl Brown's If I Can Dream.
On the whole it all worked like a dream, too. Dance-wise, highlights included Manrara and Škorjanec in an immensely tender and lovely Rumba to John Barry's Somewhere in Time, and an eye-poppingly sharp Samba from Karen and Kevin Clifton that rightly brought the house down. In fact, the only dance that didn't quite hit all the buttons was the one to Debussy's orchestration of Satie's Gymnopédie no. 1, where the choreography of Joanne Clifton and Giovanni Pernice's slow waltz would have done better to concentrate purely on mirroring the music's dreamy rise and fall, rather than trying as it did to attach a rather clunky “lovers about to part” narrative complete with unwieldy suitcase prop to occasionally lug about.