By People Staff
April 26, 1993 12:00 PM

Depeche Mode

Depeche Mode makes doom and gloom with mass appeal, which may explain why the U.K. quartet enjoys a fanatical teen following. DM’s darkness merely toys with the sinking, existential morass that the superior Joy Division once explored. The band defangs its sexual and religious themes with tarty synth-pop flourishes. The result? Minor-chord, platinum-selling sound tracks to accompany bad-hair days.

DM’s first album in nearly three years is richer in scope than 1990’s Violator and expands DM’s base with gospel choruses and lashing rock-and-roll noise. But the band’s mood ring is proudly black; misery remains its muse. Fans will eat this up. But for the most part, DM leaves you all bummed out with nowhere to go. (Sire/Reprise)

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