The problem with most postpunk music, for me anyway, is that it was utterly sexless -- a miasma of cold monotone vocals, frigid synths, gloomy lyrics, robotic bass lines and brittle, tinny and too-loud electronic drums...It was the aural equivalent of a cold shower, of little help to a schoolkid like me when it came to getting any seducing done. Hell, a girl who looked exactly like Molly Ringwald once took me to see Depeche Mode at Southern Star Amphitheater, and post-show there was, as Elvis C. would say, no action. To this day, I hold Depeche Mode's sterile music to blame for my lost chance at snogging a Molly... More >>>