From suburban advocates of bouncy electro-pop to stadium-straddling masters of excess; Depeche Mode's trajectory has been remarkable. Certainly more remarkable than their songs which, for the most part, have been nowhere near as thrilling as many would have you believe. Alas, this triple CD of remixes is as uneven as the band's own work, with the odd clever reworking (Kruder & Dorfmeister's magnificent "Useless", Dave Clarke's subtle "Dream On") undermined by the kind of dated, bloated workouts that ensured dance music is nowadays confined to the margins. PAUL MARDLES
From suburban advocates of bouncy electro-pop to stadium-straddling masters of excess; Depeche Mode’s trajectory has been remarkable. Certainly more remarkable than their songs which, for the most part, have been nowhere near as thrilling as many would have you believe. Alas, this triple CD of remixes is as uneven as the band’s own work, with the odd clever reworking (Kruder & Dorfmeister’s magnificent “Useless”, Dave Clarke’s subtle “Dream On”) undermined by the kind of dated, bloated workouts that ensured dance music is nowadays confined to the margins.
PAUL MARDLES
