nothing you can do" seem particularly myopic.

In its favor, Level 42 is a virtual rhythm machine, churning out one infectious groove after another. "World Machine" is their best effort: propelled by Phil Gould's explosive tribal beat, it showcases Mike Lindup's considerable keyboard talents. (Unfortunately, the jazz improv at the end of the song fades out much too soon.) While other cuts recall the Average White Band ("Hot Water"), Robert Palmer ("It's Not the Same for Us") and Quincy Jones ("Something About You"), Level 42 does have its own sound, thanks largely to Mark King, whose vocals are memorable for sounding like they stay within one octave for an entire record.

Perhaps I wouldn't mind this monotony if there was more depth to Level 42's music. World Machine is an assortment of delectable side dishes, but the main course is missing. What it also lacks – Sting's Ghosts, a singular vision, clarity of thought – might keep it from crossing over to the U.S. from the U.K., where it was a Top Ten hit. I just can't see Level 42 rising higher. (RS 472)

STEVE BLOOM