In particular, Tony Hadley crooning in is fat faced way:
“Listening to Marvin, Allllll night long.
This is the sound, of my soul.”

Well assuming we can even call True a soul song, if there is one thing it does not sound like it is the master of Motown Prog Marvin Gaye. Now I have extolled the crimes committed by Marvin Gaye at great length, and the proof of the evil is in his shooting BY HIS DAD, but Gaye worship is almost as evil. Just think of all these pale, wan soul boys sitting in bedsits above fish and chip shops, listening to Maaarvin Alllllll Night Long. Fine this might involve the frighteningly over-rated What’s Going On, and a touch Sexual Healing, but it will also involve Hear My Dear. Now imagine Tony Hadley, stuffing his face with a pack of Mini-Rolls whilst sobbing his heart out to a record that Marvin wrote to paty off his alimony. That is the sound of his soul!

Spandau Ballet, daft name, dud band, again with the strange idea that name checking a soul legend will somehow lend some of that legendary status to their big collared affair. All it did of course was cause sleepless nights, as you can’t listen to Marvin Allllll night long without ending up like a sleep deprived prisoner of some ancient fare eastern torturer. I know that much is true.