For me, these guys were cool. Or cool doesn't even describe it. In a music world with egos as big as skyscrapers, these guys were utterly normal. In the eighties, they produced a hit string of about fifteen memorable songs. Half that number would have turned many other pop musicians into superarrogant egosexuals. Not so Level 42. But they were never the same after the underestimated Gould Bros. left in the late eighties, although Boon Gould continued to write lyrics for his erstwhile colleagues. Together with Mark King with his very recognizable slap bass technique and tenor vocals, and Mike Lindup with his falsetto voice which somehow did not turn him into a wussie, they were the orginals. No bad word on their (series of) successors - but the hit machine stopped not long after the Goulds went their own way.
Manic Street Preachers with A Design for Life. It's 1996. Album's Everything must go.
Although I don't have the foggiest idea what it is they're singing about.
Hey, they are leftozoid nutters. Played for Castro or something. Yeah, that must be it.
MFBB.
It is my contention that black people who diligently vote for Democrats are intellectual slaves to the liberal agenda, inasmuch as they, for the most part, are ignorant of the history of the Democratic Party and vote for policies that harm their communities. It is only a black intellectual slave who can observe the impact of liberal policies on the black community without having a scintilla of unease about pulling the lever for Democrats -- election after election.