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Grille de chansons
- Welcome to My World
- Angel
- Walking In My Shoes
- Precious
- Black Celebration
- Policy of Truth
- Should Be Higher
- Barrel of a Gun
- The Child Inside
- But Not Tonight
- Heaven
- Soothe My Soul
- A Pain That I’m Used To
- A Question of Time
- Enjoy the Silence
- Personal Jesus
RAPPEL
- Home
- Halo
- Just Can’t Get Enough
- I Feel You
- Never Let Me Down Again
The Gazette:
As Dobie Gray reminded us almost a half-century ago, in the much-covered The “In” Crowd, the original is still the greatest.
Depeche Mode, 32 years after their first album, still sound infinitely better than their many imitators. If synth-pop had its own Beatles, they’d be it. Such is their importance and influence that only New Order can really be mentioned in the same breath. And with 12,400 hardcore fans shouting their support Tuesday night at the Bell Centre, the British trio implicitly asked today’s anemic revivalists whether they have the songs, the vision or the sheer live power to transcend wannabe status.
Virtually none do.
Tuesday night’s opening act, Bat For Lashes, née Natasha Khan, is, if not a visionary of that calibre, one of the more interesting singer-songwriters around. (The fact that she got the reclusive oddball genius Scott Walker to make a guest appearance on her sophomore album speaks volumes.)
Unfortunately, what sounded like a wonderful 45-minute set was lost to the arena’s awful acoustics and an audience that all but ignored her to focus on checking their Facebook feeds, stocking up on beer and loudly finding their seats. A proper Bat For Lashes concert hall performance – she’s a natural for fans of Kate Bush and Tori Amos – would be a must-see.
As is now customary at many rock shows, respect – even common politeness – was withheld until the headliner stepped on stage.
Depeche Mode opened with two songs from their most recent disc, Delta Machine, quickly establishing that they’re still making intriguing music and coming up with interesting ideas.
The new material, notably Angel and Soothe My Soul, fared even better than on the album, fitting in easily with old favourites like Black Celebration, Enjoy the Silence and Personal Jesus, with its John Lee Hooker-styled riff that no other electronic pop band would be able to pull off convincingly.
Such occasional raw, bluesy touches are among the factors that set Depeche Mode apart from both their contemporaries and their disciples. This is a band with animal energy – enough to put on a real old-fashioned rock show, which this most definitely was. Crucially, the well-presented visuals mostly remained in service to the songs, rather than vice-versa.
Lead singer Dave Gahan demonstrated arena-ready showmanship from the opener, Welcome to My World, as he began a recurring habit of milking cheers from the audience and showing off some Jagger-worthy moves. Guitarist Martin Gore, in his quieter solo spots, gave the fans their few opportunities to sit down. But they were no less engaged, as he conducted them during the excellent recent song The Child Inside and the better-known first encore, Home. Impressively, the audience kept the wordless hook to that song alive, well after it was over.
The infectious pop of Just Can’t Get Enough was a late highlight, coming near the end of the evening. Never Let Me Down Again lowered the curtain for the night, as the band’s fans – resembling their boomer predecessors more every year – drifted into the streets, satisfied that one of the most important groups of their generation is still delivering.