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freaxs-blog · 10 months
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🎉 Happy Birthday, Martin L. Gore! 🎉 Today, we celebrate the brilliant mind behind the mesmerizing lyrics and music of Depeche Mode, especially their timeless song "Home." 🏠💫⁣
"Home" holds a profound meaning, delving into the idea of finding solace in a place or a person, that feeling of belonging and security amidst life's uncertainties. 🌌 The song's emotive lyrics, accompanied by Depeche Mode's signature electronic soundscape, resonate deep within our souls, reminding us of the quest for a place to call our own. 🌍⁣
Martin L. Gore, the mastermind behind the band's poetic artistry, had a remarkable upbringing that fueled his passion for music. 🎸 Growing up in Basildon, Essex, England, he found solace in music and honed his skills as a songwriter from an early age. His determination to create unique and evocative music led him to form Depeche Mode in 1980 alongside Andy Fletcher, Vince Clarke, and Dave Gahan. 🎹🤝⁣
As the band's primary songwriter, Martin's creative genius birthed an array of hits that have left an indelible mark on the music world. His deep introspection, combined with a penchant for experimentation, transformed Depeche Mode's sound and elevated them to iconic status. 🌟⁣
Despite being a phenomenal songwriter, Martin L. Gore is also an excellent multi-instrumentalist and can proficiently play the guitar, keyboard, and bass guitar! 🎶🎸⁣
Today, as we celebrate Martin's birthday in the background, let's immerse ourselves in the profound journey of "Home" and the music that has touched our hearts and souls over the years. 🎂🎵⁣
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barkerverse · 3 years
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Ok I’m trusting you to be nice to me while I’m vulnerable on the internet LOL. So here’s my Pinhead & Kirsty playlist, you can listen on Youtube ☠️
Tracklist and lyrics below the cut:
Aphex Twin - Come to Daddy (Pappy Mix)
“I want your soul / I will eat your soul / Come to daddy / Come to daddy”
Hellraiser - Coil
Instrumental lol. Unused theme that didn’t make it when the studio wanted to use Christopher Young instead
Sweetest Perfection (Martin L Gore Demo) - Depeche Mode
“Things you'd expect to be / Having effect on me / Pass undetectedly/ But everyone knows what has got me / Takes me completely / Touches so sweetly /Reaches so deeply/ I know that nothing can stop me
Sweetest perfection/ An offer was made /An assorted collection /But I wouldn't trade”
I just like this demo a little more than the finished version
My Body is a Cage - Peter Gabriel
“My body is a cage /We take what we're given /Just because you've forgotten/ That don't mean you're forgiven /I'm living in an age/ That screams my name at night /But when I get to the doorway / There's no one in sight 
My body is a cage that keeps me /From dancing with the one I love /But my mind holds the key / You're standing next to me / My mind holds the key”
I knew this song was a cover bc its on an album of Peter Gabriel covers but I didn’t realize it was originally an Arcade Fire song LOL
Halo - Depeche Mode
“There's a pain/ A famine in your heart/ An aching to be free /Can't you see? / All love's luxuries / Are here for you and me”
Torture - The Cure
“I'm in the room without a light / The room without a view /I'm here for one more treacherous night /Another night with you /It tortures me to move my hands / To try to move at all /And pulled /My skin so tight it screams /And screams and screams /And pulls some more”
Blood from the Air - Coil
“And the night slits her veins /And the darkness drains /And the void rumbles in / Like an underground train/ Forever comes closer /The world is in pain /We all must be shown, we must realize/ That everyone changes and everything dies”
The Roil, the Choke - Brian Eno
“The roil, the choke, the cakes of praise /The spoils that break now cloak the days /That wake the coil of blazing coke/ The flaking glaze of Royalty broke/ He raises, stakes, admires, stokes /The flowery blaze, the fiery pokes”
His Box - Dalis Car
“Still not able to see the sun /Desperately looks for the door /Blinded by the fool inside /Everything is happening in his box”
Where We Lived - Brian Eno and Jah Wobble
Just another atmospheric one
Tainted Love - Coil
“You don't really want any more from me /To make things right /You need someone to hold you tight /And you think love is to pray /But I'm sorry, I don't pray that way”
Another cover as we all know
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passionate-reply · 3 years
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This week on Great Albums: My first video about Depeche Mode--and it’s about their first album! I think it’s pretty good, but a lot of people HATE it. Are you intrigued? Take a listen, or read the transcript, and see where you fall!
Welcome to Passionate Reply, and welcome to Great Albums! Today, I’ll be looking at the somewhat rough start of one of the most iconic bands in the history of electronic music: Depeche Mode, and their 1981 debut, Speak & Spell. While Depeche Mode are certainly a beloved band, many of their fans actively revile Speak & Spell. What’s wrong with it? Well, it has songs that sound like this.
Music: “Just Can’t Get Enough”
“Just Can’t Get Enough” isn’t exactly the kind of song Depeche Mode are associated with--though it did make an entry in the charts, and remains fairly well known today, largely thanks to its use in advertising. The band’s “classic run,” spanning roughly from the mid-80s to the mid-90s, saw them achieve substantial mainstream adulation, as a pop act peddling dark and gothic themes, and maintaining a substantial electronic element to their music, without ever becoming inaccessible to rock listeners. They were even “rock and roll” enough to consistently break America, which is no small feat for, essentially, a synth-pop band from England. That synth-pop heritage dominates the sonic palate of Speak & Spell, and it’s hard to imagine a die-hard rock fan vibing with upbeat, almost saccharine pop ditties like “What’s Your Name?”
Music: “What’s Your Name?”
Of course, “What’s Your Name?” has another big problem besides favouring bright, chirping synth riffs over the guitar-based chug of tracks like “Personal Jesus.” Its seemingly homoerotic lyrics might be said to constitute the first instance of Depeche Mode engaging in what we might call musical “queer-baiting.” Thumbing their noses at norms of sexuality and gender presentation have earned the band a substantial queer following throughout their career, but it’s not such a smart move if you’re trying to attract macho rock listeners, and get yourself into the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame.
Part of the reason why Depeche Mode were ultimately able to do those things, later in their career, is that they had a pretty handy scapegoat: Vince Clarke. Clarke was a founding member of the band, and as the chief songwriter for all but two tracks on Speak & Spell, he was unequivocally the creative force driving the album. Conveniently enough, Clarke not only departed from Depeche Mode immediately after this first album, but went on to serve as an integral member of two unequivocally poppy duos, Yazoo and Erasure. But as easy as it is to simply blame Vince Clarke’s interest in cheerful pop for the apparent failures of Speak & Spell, this hypothesis doesn’t hold up. Some Clarke-penned numbers, like “Puppets,” are at least as gloomy as anything from the mind of Martin L. Gore, who took over songwriting duties on every subsequent Depeche Mode LP.
Music: “Puppets”
“Puppets” is pretty far from a feel-good song. Those fairly bright synths remain, but here, they feel more like a tense crescendo of violins, as something goes poorly in a horror film, and a serrated synth stab answers them from below. Dave Gahan’s semi-whispered delivery of the vocals, which narrate the perspective of a manipulative and controlling partner, add even more to its sinister ambiance. Given only a minor aesthetic facelift, “Puppets” could fit just fine onto most other Depeche Mode albums, even if Clarke did write it. I actually think the softer, poppier touches this track DOES have serve it well, and make it feel a bit insidious--like a lover who seems loveable and charming at first, before revealing their abusive tendencies over time. Another track that really benefits from creating tension between pop fluff and things macabre is the striking “I Sometimes Wish I Was Dead.”
Music: “I Sometimes Wish I Was Dead”
“I Sometimes Wish I Was Dead” features an almost gratingly toylike synth riff, that reminds me a bit of those custom cell phone ringtones from the 00s. Its lyrics are also almost painfully chipper, at least at first, as is Gahan’s infantile delivery of them...but there seems to be some irony there. While that provocative title doesn’t actually appear, the song seems to be obliquely telling a story of someone dealing with a breakup, albeit cloaked in this eerily sunny music. International editions of *Speak & Spell* would remove this track in favour of the non-album A-side “Dreaming of Me,” presumably targeting it for its inflammatory title and short runtime of just over two minutes. “I Sometimes Wish I Was Dead” is a powerful reminder that just because something has a shiny pop veneer doesn’t mean it’s disposable, or that it lacks in artistic complexity.
Still, if you’re in the market for something that feels more like “classic” Depeche Mode, Speak & Spell can deliver on that front as well. Look no further than Gore’s contributions to the album, such as “Tora! Tora! Tora!” With its frantic refrain, and troubling themes of nuclear holocaust, “Tora! Tora! Tora!” feels more like Depeche Mode’s classic run than just about anything else on Speak & Spell, prefiguring iconic tracks like “Leave In Silence” and “People Are People” quite well.
Music: “Tora! Tora! Tora!”
Speak & Spell’s cover is certainly strange and a bit opaque, showing some sort of bird in its nest from a very low angle. The background is almost entirely a lurid, artificial-looking pinkish red, with no other recognizable figures to ground this landscape in reality. Between the chaotic textures of the nest, and the surreal emptiness of the scene, it comes across as a sort of nightmare world, albeit one populated by only this fairly non-threatening creature...that we know of. If we look closely at that bird, we can start to see what looks like a transparent veil covering its neck and head. I like to interpret this image as a representation of the natural world, destroyed by human callousness: an animal suffocates under a sheet of plastic, while the sky behind it glows red with bombs “raining from the sky,” as in “Tora! Tora! Tora!”
Despite the title, you won’t hear any samples of the titular toy on Speak & Spell--though Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark would famously incorporate some on their album Dazzle Ships, a few years later. The title “Speak & Spell” would seem to suggest the album’s light, playful tone, and sense of pop novelty. A Speak & Spell is, of course, a fun and entertaining toy, which repeats the same handful of things over and over, as a pop song might be played *ad infinitum* on the radio. Perhaps the way the songs sneak a darker emotional undercurrent past their listeners is parallel to how the toy covertly educates children in basic spelling, while also being amusing to fool around with.
After Speak & Spell, it took several more years for Depeche Mode to really find their footing, and launch into that classic period of theirs where they released most of their best-loved material. Despite the absence of Vince Clarke, their sophomore LP, A Broken Frame, is stylistically rather similar to Speak & Spell, and pairs somber tracks like “The Sun and the Rainfall” and “My Secret Garden” with some very upbeat ones like “The Meaning of Love.” If the fact that Clarke could write “Puppets” didn’t sell you on my assertion that he isn’t the singular problem with Speak & Spell, the fact that Martin Gore wrote “The Meaning of Love” should serve as proof that the desire to make catchy pop tunes didn’t rest solely on any one person’s shoulders.
Music: “The Meaning of Love”
My favourite track from Speak & Spell is the opener, “New Life.” “New Life” was also released as a single and made substantial headway in the charts, though it doesn’t seem quite as well remembered as “Just Can’t Get Enough.” Like “I Sometimes Wish I Was Dead,” “New Life” is almost disgustingly catchy and hooky, but hides some surprisingly dark lyrics. But I’ll freely admit that I don’t particularly have some sophisticated, intellectually justified reason for liking this song the most, besides just thinking it’s a real toe-tapper. While I’ve gone to great lengths to dispel the idea that Speak & Spell is nothing but cheerful pop, I’d also like to point out that simply being cheerful pop isn’t exactly a musical sin. Whether you like it or not, it’s certainly far from easy to write a great pop song that stands the test of time, the way tracks like “New Life” and “Just Can’t Get Enough” have, and simply pointing out that they’re not as morose as later Depeche Mode songs isn’t a worthwhile criticism of them. While I enjoy a lot of more gothic music myself, I think a work of art that elicits the emotion of joy has as much of a shot at being a Great Album as one that wants to make us angry, sad, or afraid. On that note, I’ve reached the end of my video--as always, thanks for listening.
Music: “New Life”
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elenatria · 7 years
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Wrong (Tribute to Loki)
This is my MOST favourite Loki tribute. It’s so dramatic and intense, the lyrics by Martin L. Gore fit him so well. And last May, as my friends and I watched Dave Gahan sing it live, feeling the light drizzle  and seeing thunders lighting the evening sky beyond the mountains  was the most incredible experience ever. 
If it doesn’t give you goosebumps, I don’t know what will. 
I was born with the wrong sign In the wrong house With the wrong ascendancy I took the wrong road That led to The wrong tendencies I was in the wrong place At the wrong time For the wrong reason And the wrong rhyme On the wrong day Of the wrong week Used the wrong method With the wrong technique There's something wrong with me chemically Something wrong with me inherently The wrong mix In the wrong genes I reached the wrong ends By the wrong means It was the wrong plan In the wrong hands The wrong theory For the wrong man The wrong eyes On the wrong prize The wrong questions With the wrong replies I was marching to the wrong drum With the wrong scum Pissing out the wrong energy Using all the wrong lines And the wrong signs With the wrong intensity I was on the wrong page Of the wrong book With the wrong rendition Of the wrong look With the wrong moon Every wrong night With the wrong tune playing Till it sounded right, yeah
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