The Human League: Dare
Mitchell Cohen, Creem, June 1982
IF THE GUY who built a pinochle-playing computer for his Science Techniques Lab in high school married the gal who wrote poems called "alien/nation" for the Sans-culottes Literary Review, and they had a kid, that kid would probably grow up to lead an electro-synth pop "band." Most of these crews smack of ink-stained shirt pockets and post-pubescent gloom.
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