'What got lost in all the hoopla over Boy George's preferences in sex and dress and drugs wasn't just his soulful singing but the skillfulness of his band, which played sophisticated modern pop-soul charts as well as any group in New York, L.A. or London. That's why The Church of the Poisoned Mind with its latter day Philly soul bottom and scathing harmonica break, its Stax-like horn punctuation , and Helen Terry's wailing vocal responses, remains thrilling long after George's secrets (at least all the ones anyone cared about) have been told.'
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