Depeche Mode :: Waiting for the Night
If you were born anywhere in the world between the years of 1970 and 1977, it is a scientifically proven fact* that you love Depeche Mode. This is also true if you were born in Russia between the years of 1977 and, um, now. It is true even if you keep it a secret. It is true even if you think it is not. Seriously Russians and people in your thirties—You. Love. It.
Choosing one song from this album was very hard. But I know you have Violator in your closet, tucked somewhere between the first eyeliner you stole and the first love letter you found in your locker. I know you can still scare it up if you really, really need to hear Personal Jesus right now. And you probably do.
* With credit to the Bush administration for the expansion and/or implosion of whatever meaning wherever ‘science,’ ‘proven,’ and ‘fact’ used to have.
Waiting for the Night (8.4MB MP3)
Depeche Mode (homepage)
The Bush administration be damned! I reclaim honest discourse, and you are right, right, right, Tina. This album is like Musak…it’s so in my head that I have trouble noticing it until I’m flooded with memories of late night car rides. Then I’m like, what is this salty liquid coming out my eyes? Why do I want to lay down on a futon? Must be Violator. And this is true even though I’m 21 years old.