I’ve been a Depeche Mode fan since I was a kid. It was my gateway band to bigger and better things, but I’ve always had a soft spot in my heart for it, even for the not-so-great albums (like the past decade’s worth). Well, 2005’s Playing the Angel wasn’t all bad. “Precious” was a good single, if entirely self-derivative of the Violator sound. So, I greet each new DM album with the same ho-hum attitude, hoping that this time it will, perhaps, be better. They haven’t angered me to the point that The Cure has with its relentlessly repetitive formula and increasingly awful lyrical insipidness (not to mention shameful collaborations), where I refuse to pay attention anymore. I think the problem is I’m not 15 anymore, and what originally appealed to me about Depeche Mode doesn’t register the same way. Yet, I’m tied to them by some subconsciously nostalgic grip. I’m still reverent towards the early albums, and I still love Dave Gahan’s voice. I just don’t drop everything and rush to the record store on release day, which turns out to be April 21, 2009 for DM’s 12th studio album, Sounds of the Universe. Terrible title. Not a good sign. Still, I’m open to be impressed. The first single, “Wrong” (much better title), is out two weeks prior on April 6th.
Hole To Feed
Miles Away / The Truth Is