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It’s not that I’ve lost my regard for soul music is inspirational, heart-wrenching stuff, albeit with what now a lot of it seems like an incredibly narrow subject matter. In a nutshell, it’s mostly about who the singer wants to shag or that the person they’re shagging is shagging someone else.
After all, it was called progressive rock for a reason, even if the vast majority of new stuff that now claims that title is about as progressive as an episode of It Ain’t Half Hot Mum.
