Fucking Martin Ware has put me off Heaven 17 man...
I've got to the stage where I can hear the podcasts and can get past his "You know what, an ideal would be like an Escher staircase of rolling major chords, and when you got to the top of the sequence it would get replaced with a different inversion underneath..." type stuff.
But he's like the synth bogeyman, always poised to polyphonically pop out and tell me about his house in Venice. No wonder Ian Craig Marsh fucked off.