It has been gray and rainy all day, which is fitting, I guess, for a Monday. As a happy coincidence I happened to get a hold of Depeche Mode’s new album Playing the Angel yesterday and it really set the mood for most of the morning and afternoon. Playing the Angel reminds me a great deal of Violator-era Depeche Mode, and Violator elicits explicit memories of a cold and rainy February night, cruising the mean streets of my hometown in my first car, a 1984 Oldsmobile Cutlass Supreme.
I had some great fun in that car and Depeche Mode will forever be linked in my mind to that Cutty. Needless to say, I spent most of the afternoon reminiscing with myself about Depeche Mode, that beautiful four-door, gas-guzzling Cutty and my high school glory days. So today, of all days, Depeche Mode seemed fitting, if not destined. The rain, the chill, the urge to do some chemically-induced stupid things.
Playing the Angel marks a huge improvement over Depeche Mode’s recent outings, or more specifically everything after Music for the Masses, and that makes me happy, or at least as happy as you can be when listening to Depeche Mode.
Stuff to Sample: From Depeche Mode’s Playing the Angel “Precious†and “Macrovisionâ€
Hmmm...Perhaps we can do some more chemically influenced stupid things come All Hallows Eve. Once again, props on another quality post. I also enjoyed the genius of an automobile that is an Oldsmobile during my high school days, 'cept mine was an 1989 Olds'98. She drove like she was on skates and her name was Betty Lou.