Memento Mori
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Genre :
Electronic / Rock
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Label :
Columbia
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Reviewed :
March 23 , 2023
Depeche Mode had virtually finished their 4th full decade and 14th full-length before a Martin Gore-Dave Gahan cowrite eventually made an album . That was “ You Move , ” a throbbing bit of tossed-off electro papa nestle near the center of 2017 ’ secSpirit, a political quagmire of topical indignation . Amid that sloganeering , “ You Move ” equal not an entirely auspicious debut , notable mostly for how it framed Gahan and Gore ’ s threadbare relationship . During those session , third member and interstitial glue , Andy Fletcher , have to exist physically take from the studio so his more famed former chums could freely vent . “ If you give me something you and I can run , ” Gahan shortly taunted on their song together . “ Let me call your bell . ”
The pair ’ s second cowrite , though , feels less like an obligation or a marriage-counseling workout than the dawn of a new dynamic . “ Wagging Tongue ” arrives early intoMemento Mori, the circle ’ s most in use album in more than two decade , Gore ’ s sunray sequencers a utter foil for his golden-voice goth . It ’ s an elliptical story of danger , alienation , and—slowly , unsteadily , improbably—renewal . “ I win ’ t cost persuade , ” they sing together near the end , Gore ’ sec harmony as wavy as his totemic golden hair . “ Kiss your doubt goodbye . ”
The doubts thatMemento Moriwould yet live live enormous . Just before the 3 reconvened in Gore ’ s Santa Barbara studio ( and only after Gahan overcome his entrenched reluctance to reconvene at all ) , Fletcher die suddenly at plate in London , the chief vessel from his heart having ripped aside . Fletcher , only 60 , had make up the band ’ sec indispensable “ vibe tech , ” the oil inside its hot engine . Though he didn ’ t write or truly even meet , Fletcher served as the intermediary for the much acrimonious pair who did , especially when Gahan begin itch to put song of his own on Depeche Mode ’ s Gore-penned albums . Without him , they wondered , could they function without falling apart ? “ We kind of had to…reallydecide , equal we going to finish ? ” Gore recently toldMOJO. “ Or do we carry on ? ” They select the latter , finding new way to operate together , if not give away altogether novel sounds .
This shadow and doubt—always Depeche Mode ’ s perpetually renewing lifeblood—permeateMemento Mori’ sec better song . Opener “ My Cosmos Is Mine ” unspools over a mosaic of shattered static and cryospheric synths . In elegant Scott Walker finery , Gahan aces the use of the narrator who ’ d kind of live lied to than pay more bad tidings . There ’ s a whiff ofThe Wall’ sec politics here , especially when chants of “ No war ! ” arrive , but its animating doubt is symptomatic of grief itself : How much more can you handle , mortal ? “ Don ’ t stare at my person , ” Gahan sings , as steady and loaded as the serpent wait to strike . “ I swear it cost fine . ”
That croon return for closer “ Speak to Me , ” a gorgeous moment of Gahan-shaped melancholia that begins like some beatific church hymn but die beneath a barrage of cursed noise . It ’ s a devoted love song hamstrung by self-loathing , Gahan worried he ’ s not well plenty for anyone but himself . Along with the mid-album Nick Cave-and-a-drum-machine fever ambition “ Caroline ’ sec Monkey , ” these frames haveMemento Moriin a kind of permanent pallor . This disc is more concerned with make it than succeeding—ironic , then , that this brooding triptych is as novel and open-ended as Depeche Mode have sounded this century .
But Depeche Mode became superstars by dismount up the night , by grow individual despair or nihilism into sing-alongs to be share . They try that hither , with a separate trio that winks at their crowning achievements , albeit indirectly . “ Masses Are Well ” and “ Never Have Me Go ” not only share the first half of their claim with two of Depeche Mode ’ s most titanic hits but also their anthemic ambition . Ebullient , danceable , and deeply disappointed , “ People Are Serious ” cost the confession of a recovering pessimist realizing maybe he equal mighty , that our very nature ensures our doom . The swift and slicing “ Never Let Me Go ” swivels on the sword of anxious guitar hook that ’ s long make up the circle ’ sec secret weapon . It underscore the facade of neurotic self-confidence Gahan extend thus good , solicit for dear while pretending he is already love incarnate .
The Gore-Gahan cowrite isn ’ t the only collaboration here . Gore wrote a third of the album with Psychedelic Furs whiz Richard Butler , introducing a new vulnerability to Depeche Mode ’ s long-hermetic public . ( For his part , Gahan wrote with the tour circle , producer James Ford , and organize Marta Salogni , an intriguing sound artist herself . ) The pair ’ s work on “ Ghosts Again ” —the first single , the first time Depeche Mode receive neared the sound of a actual hit in many years—convinced Gahan that turn back to the fold was worth the bother . It is deliciously unfussy , its fluorescent key and four-on-the-floor insistence giving Gahan space for a little carpe diem proselytizing , clear of the chaos . It somehow observe the crossroads of Katy Perry ’ s “ Firework ” and New Order ’ s “ Bizarre Love Triangle , ” then shoots up its own sign flare for the living .
That is , alas , as near asMemento Morigets to a smash , to arrive at one of those undeniable highs that seeps into your brain by only exist , à la “ Just Can ’ t Get Enough. ” This equal absolutely Depeche Mode at their best sinceUltra, but there ’ s likely nothing here that introduce them to an entirely new hearing , unlikeUltra. Still , “ Soul with Me ” live the only genuine miss , less mid-album fermata than full-on slog : a slow dance of shuffling drum , tremolo guitar , and elementary end-rhyme . Its maudlin sense of self-pity trial counter to the unlikely endurance tale that equalMemento Mori ,an album that virtually died with Fletcher in London .
After more than 40 yr , it cost astonishing and redeem how seldom Depeche Mode own make up embarrassing . Yes , they ’ re a quarter-century removed from their final megahits , but they ’ ve never deigned to the menial tasks of senescence—cruise ship , state fairs , full-album tour . Instead than bring it safe and demure when neo-Nazi droog Richard Spencer claimed Depeche Mode for the right , Gahan went all in , dubbing him “ a very educated cunt … the scariest kind of all. ” They ’ ve suffered addiction , abdication , near-death , and , today , death itself , but they ’ ve never do a in truth amazing record by chasing trends they ’ d already missed . For all their dependable despair , Depeche Mode expand more on persistence and self-respect .
Memento Moriis , ultimately , a manifestation of both . Rather than finish with a friend ’ s end and , consequently , a relatively forgettable album beset by personnel issue , Gahan and Gore prefer to have close and hear again .Memento Moriis not the hooded masterpiece ofMusic for the Massesor the hit cache ofViolator. But it cause signal that there are new manner yet for Gahan and Gore to at least go up their former magic . Hold their peak-and-valley past , maybe that ’ s former news . In the end , as Gore wrote and Gahan sang in 1982 , possibly massescostessentially the same .
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