Volumen 5: Depeche Mode – Barrel of a gun
Abril likes Dave Gahan
I’m damaged…….ooooooh so damaged!!! That’s the video screaming.
God how I love every second of this kind of videos; though, what’s with the flying hair? Also, I´m not sure I get the idea of the lightning jacket, Gahan looks like a bell in it, or a paranoid Christmas gnome walking through a cemetery on Halloween at three a.m., anyway, who cares!!! you will never make me spell a word against the dark phase of Depeche Mode… who needs you Clarke!!! Eat up your poppy ringtones!! I’ll keep watching the video, just love the nonsense dark atmosphere and…. wait…. is he eating a fly corpse??
Homo Rodans has a Degree
Depeche Mode.
Or should I say “Surrealismo-de”??
Rodans siempre lo ha dicho: “mis maricotas bien locas y los videos musicales igual” Con este ejemplar extraído de la cavernas más inimaginables del subconsciente, los DM me han dejado boquiabierto, absorto, meditabundo y con cara de WHATTTTT?? No se que aprecio más, si la escena de “bajando la escalera al estilo M.C. Escher”, o la de “saboreamiento de la cabellera ajena”. El abrigo de focos es una idea digna de robarse para los conciertos de Lumiere (Goool!)
¿¿Que habrán querido decir?? Pues…mejor dejémoslo en la interpretación individual. Tal vez simplemente quisieron decir que no querían decir nada más que lo que querían decir (quiúbole….)
H. Rodans (y los enemigos de los triglicéridos)
imightbeelvis likes Gahan too!
Weeeeeeeeell, well, well, what do we have here? Another pessimistic/pretentious video from the 90’s (oh how little of them were mildly interesting). I thought that he was done with rehab by the time this was shot. Did he relapse? Or is it just a “tribute” to that problem, just like David Crosby did with Phil Collins for that piece of sentimental woe is me shit “Hero” video? This ain’t being a pro. If you have a problem, deal with it. And if you have a piss poor idea for a video because you have worked way to many times with delusional dutch director like Anton Corbijn, who although is a genius, he goes into weird-o-rama territory way too many times. Cracking song, though.
(editor’s note: Warning, pretentious diatribe warning!!)
Noisy was very sick when this was on the radio
This video means so much to me, it hurts so much to see it again. How many times have i felt like that, living in a colorful illusion that torments my soul? How many times have I felt going through the motions, the colours, all that shit, just to see that the sweet meal i was getting was just a dead fly? Reality, grayscaled, hits, and hits hard. You walk away from what’s hurting you, peeking from time to time over your shoulder, trembling for your life. You are sad, alone and lost in a mysterious place. Your friends want to help you and stand by yourside, but deep down, you know that no matter how much they help you, you are still troubled and pretend to have your eyes open, but they are closed. Paint eyes over your eyelids, fake to be alive and continue living in that grayscale.
(end of pretentious diatribe warning!!)
Frilly needs some chillax and a girlfriend
WTF is this?!?!? Some artsy fartsy student film about the vicissitudes of a trio of englishmen in Morocco? And hey, we get some sa-weeeeeet stop-motion. Yo, Depeche Mode, Peter Gabriel and Talking Heads called, d’you know what a subpoena is??
By the warts of my aunt Petunia’s persian three legged kitten!!!! This thing is more pretentious than that Quentin Fucktardtino’s ham-fisted Kill Bill Vol. 2 or The Royal Tenenbaums. At least this has better music than those two excrementally excuses for a paycheque.
Speaking of paychecks, what is Depeche Mode up to these days? I pretty much heard their three albums from the 90’s and called it a day after the coma-inducing Exciter.
Hey, maybe that’s the barrel of a gun, listening to Exciter?
BTW, what’s with the Vocoder. Did this inspire Cher to sing like a fookin’ robot? SHAME ON YOU, DAVE GAHAN!! Do you belieeeeeve in barrels of a gun? C’mon, dudes, you can do better than this. Enjoy the silence was pretentious but understandable. Personal Jesus was pretentious but understandable. I feel loved is run of the mill and fookin’ classic. But this piece of postgrungial residual bad karma angst? No cigar. Go shag a few groupies, dude, and call me in the morning, ’cause my fence needs some paint.
And tremble for next month’s cut choice, just in time for Saint Valentin’s….. FOBIA!
