I have a strange relationship with the behemoth of pomp-goth-pop which is Depeche Mode.
I have seen films about the band, listened to tracks over and over at teenage sleepovers, and even queued out the front of Festival Hall for a show that was then cancelled (bloody soft Dave Gahan!). And somewhere along the way I picked up a view of their albums in secondhand stores.
This is the first in my collection, and the one I’ve listened to least. It is a strange collection of overly electronic and orchestral tracks with their trademark melodramatic vocals.
Too many of songs feature Martin Gore’s falsetto vocals (a poor man’s Bronski Beat?) which I find quite grating. Gahan has a more emotive voice and he manage to drag Gore’s lyrics into a poppier domain.
There are a few decent tracks (Fly on the Windscreen, Stripped, Question of Time) on here, but most of it is too overwrought and new wavy. If I wanted to revisit mid-80s British electronica, I would put my New Order albums on the turntable before this every time.
File under: More like a funeral