Word on the street is that the remaining two Bee Gees brothers (RIP, Maurice) are threatening to hinting that they may reunite for a tour [1]. So in anticipation of that sweet moment, I thought we'd take a look at the boys in their prime. It takes a real man to put on tight white high-waisted jeans, blow-dry his hair until it resembles cotton candy, and sing in a falsetto. (Also. . .are these guys part werewolf?) In any case, I love the Bee Gees (Brothers Gibb) with the same, unironic affection I reserve for ABBA and Air Supply. Enjoy!