I [HEART] ERASURE
Not the technique,
that we can change and still say "never change,"
that time itself is less
and getting it wrong, so that staying together can be
in the same groove long enough
Erasure are still making records! That "still" gives you most of the reasoning behind the poem; most of the rest is a cover homage to the syntactic invention of Robyn Schiff. The most recent Erasure record is their atheist Xmas album Snow Globe, which I entirely recommend. Put it in rotation with Tracey Thorn's Xmas album for best Anglophile results.
When Erasure were at their chart-hit peak they spoke with special force to two audiences: teens and gay men. The former (especially girls like me, though I didn't realize it till later) enjoyed the hooks, the freedom from Dude Guitar Authenticity, and the sense that pop music could start in pain but didn't have to end there; the latter, in 1988-92, could also take songs like "A Little Respect" as much-needed anthems of pride, and of Pride (capitalized), in a rough time (the time of Silence = Death). The HIV/AIDS crisis doesn't really enter my poem but if you're going to think about this band's reception above and beyond my poem it shouldn't be ignored. For Pride now, see also [here].
If you like Erasure-- or Vince Clarke's previous band, Yaz-- you probably want to listen to the song "Spirit of Progress" by the Australian indiepop group Even As We Speak. You can find it on YouTube.