This is theoretical for me, since I've posted with an unmunged address on mailing lists and newsgroups for many years, and as a result get a couple of dozen spam messages a day.

Yet there began to be insistent tuggings as if from a dream that could not be recalled.

Guess you knocked that noggin of yours somethin' good."

The band had three contrasting lead singers: Mr. Desvarieux, who was gruff and smoky; Mr. Marthely, a buoyant tenor; and Ms. Beroard, whose voice can be bright and poppy or sweetly affectionate. Mr. Naimro’s keyboards could sound like zinging dance-club synthesizers, an accordion, a steel drum or the clarinet used in old Martinican biguine music. Mr. Desvarieux’s guitar sometimes hinted at blues-rock or the intertwining lines of African rock before slipping back into the rhythm section.