Depeche Mode Fanclub Israel (מועדון דפש מוד ישראל)

"What should have been a simple screening event almost wound up being a public therapy session for Andy Fletcher"

With just 420 seats available this promotional screening (to celebrate a 5.1 surround sound DVD release) of Depeche Mode's 1989 film 101, this was a quick sell out. Band member Andy Fletcher was in attendance firstly to introduce the screening and secondly to take part in a Q+A session with two of the film's three directors after the film. All three sat among the audience to watch the film. The cinema had been kitted out with several additional large speakers especially for tonight's screening so that the DVD's new 5.1 surround sound audio mix could be fully appreciated by the enthusiastically partisan crowd.

Stunning is probably a good word to describe the impact of the new audio mix. In a 5.1-equipped theatre this was the closest you could get to being at a Depeche Mode gig without actually attending one. The bass was thunderous but clear, and the clever split between the music mostly coming from the front channels (beneath the screen) and the screams of the audience coming from behind and at the sides were so effective that on numerous occasions people (including myself) turned around thinking that certain screams were coming from within the cinema audience.

It was hard to believe that the film was already fifteen years old, but sequences featuring HUGE brick-like mobile telephones caused a few laughs and immediately dated the events. The scene in which Fletch describes the role of each band member to an interviewer: "Alan is the musician, Martin is the songwriter, Dave is the singer... and I just bum around!" prompted cheers of delight and applause from the packed cinema. Fascinatingly, when American promoter Teresa Conroy first appeared on screen, there were several boos from the audience (Dave Gahan divorced his first wife for Conroy shortly after the film was released and entered into a short-lived marriage with the American).

If there was one take-home musical message from this, it was just how incredibly impressive Depeche Mode have been in the past. The soundtrack is crammed full of first class songwriting that sadly only serves to remind us how relatively mediocre the last few releases have been. The screening over, this is where the evening really came to life. Andy Fletcher stepped up on stage took a microphone and immediately said "Depeche Mode in happier times". This blatant public acknowledgement of the bands recent public infighting (largely between Gore and Gahan who both released solo albums this year) was a shockingly honest and controversial way to open up a Q+A session. And probably not what the promoters had imaged. Even more amazing was the huge mixture of loud boos and cheers from the audience in response to the statement. The boos presumably expressing their sadness over the internal conflicts and the latter cheering the fact that there were happier days still worth celebrating. Either way, Andy Fletcher's characteristically frank, if somewhat surprising, statement cast an odd shadow over the Q+A and coloured the questions that followed.

Responding to the (predominant) boos, Fletch quickly added "Let's hope there are more to come", which, unsurprisingly, prompted a more united round of applause and cheers. He then called up D.A. Pennebaker and (wife and co-director) Chris Hegedus to the stage. The period that followed lasted approximately twenty minutes with most of the questions, understandably, aimed at Fletch. So much so, that he had to ask for questions specially aimed at the two directors, who had flown over from America to promote the launch of the DVD. Unfortunately, the answers they gave were either monosyllabic or almost identical to all previous press they did when the film was first released. Given the hardcore nature of the audience, most will have heard much of both directors' views before.

But again, it was the answers given by Fletcher to questions aimed at him that gave rise to several other controversial moments. When asked if Alan Wilder would rejoin Depeche Mode, Andy responded first by saying that it was unlikely Alan would even be interested in being asked, then added "Anyway, he's a hermit!". It may have been said in jest but again the reaction from the audience, many of whom still carry a torch for the departed Wilder, was a bizarre mixture of amusement, shock and disapproval. Although he did add a simple desultory filip of "... but we still all love each other". Yet this didn't stop him (either deliberately or unwittingly) expressing his views and he continued in a similar vein. It was as if he was oblivious to the effect his openness was having on this increasingly frenzied audience.

When asked if he saw Dave Gahan's solo gigs and if so what he thought of them, he confirmed that he had "Yeah, at the [Shepherd's Bush] Empire [in London in July]". The questioner added "What did you think of it?", to which Fletch simply and abruptly replied "It was good". There then followed a brief but decidedly pregnant pause, before again the female questioner shouted back at him "Good? Is that it?!". Amazingly, Fletch chose not to elaborate further. So, there are still some issues between him and Gahan then.

Thankfully, it wasn't all doom and gloom. When asked when the next Depeche Mode album would be out, Fletch confirmed recent press reports, saying that Martin Gore is currently writing songs for a new DM album which will be released early in the new year. Moreover, he said there would be a tour to support its release - cue big cheer of approval (and probably some relief) from the audience. He went on to say, and this was clearly a very personal statement, that he hoped "that the individual projects will come together to form an ever stronger Depeche Mode sound". It doesn't require much insight to read into that statement something other that what it says. We learned too that his favourite Mode album is Violator and that if pressed to use one word to describe his years in Depeche Mode "Fun" would be his choice. Pennebaker and Hegedus confirmed that there was no intention of releasing a 'director's cut' of 101. Pointing back to the screen, Pennebaker said "That is the director's cut". They said too that, given the opportunity, they'd love to do a follow-up film. Although this seems extremely unlikely, Chris Hegedus said of the band members: "They can never be apart for too long".

The former quiet man of the band also confirmed that he is very busy with his label Toast Hawaii and promoting its first band Client. A fan then asked if Toast Hawaii will still looking to sign new acts and accepting demos. Fletch confirmed this was the case, and the fan promptly ran up to the stage and handed over a CD-R much to everyone's amused delight. This was a nice, light-hearted way to end the evening and with time slipping away Fletch and the directors thanked the attendees for coming along. The assembled masses showed their appreciation for Fletcher, Pennebaker and Hegedus and slowly filtered out of the Prince Charles into a chilled London night. What should have been a simple screening event almost wound up being a public therapy session for Andy Fletcher. The personal wounds were obviously still tender and it will be fascinating to see what happens over the next year to the still-developing rock saga that is Depeche Mode.

Depeche Mode as the godfathers of house? Not quite, but in New York their early mixes sell as rare grooves. In Detroit's premier techno club they received a heroes' welcome. Scratch the surface of many a house(hold) name and you'll find the Depeche influence ungrudgingly admitted. Not godfathers then, but certainly a successful and hugely influential British pop band that's ripe for reappraisal...

It's just after one at the best club on the planet. This is Detroit's Music Institute; an all-night and most-of-the-next-day juice bar with a sound system designed so that recurring phrases like 'feel the music' begin to make sense. House and Techno trax weave in and out of club classics like Dinosaur L's 'Go Bang' to make up the Saturday night soundtrack. The DJ could be Derrick May except for the fact that he's just led us through the queue at the door. Perhaps, then, it's Big Fun's Kevin Saunderson or Juan Atkins, both of whom regularly direct the mix at 1315 Broadway.

With Chicago's Warehouse, where house took shape, and Larry Levan's Paradise Garage having both passed into legend, the Music Institute is now the music's flagship. Depeche Mode head straight for the bar. Having spent the previous evening with them, I know they're fond of a drink or three. Obviously not aware of the dance-till-dawn concept of the juice bar, Andrew Fletcher turns to me and announces incredulously, "No alcohol". Beginning to get the hang of things, Martin Gore calls out, "Waters all round!" The heads of the immaculately turned out young blacks around us begin to turn.

Despite the fact that we are all beginning to look like death warmed up following last night's late late warehouse rap party in New York, Depeche Mode are very quickly 'recognised'. Within minutes, Martin Gore has a tape from local Techno group Separate Minds thrust into his hand. Had this been Schoom, The Kool Kat or the Hacienda, the group might have been blanked, laughed at, or even insulted. In Britain, Depeche Mode are a kids' group, a 'pop' group; Bros, but older. In the gun capital of America, the reaction is inevitably different. Will they get shot? Only with a camera.

"Smile, please," says a beautiful young black girl as her friends crowd around the group.

"Oh, God!" says another, "I can't believe it! This is great, Depeche Mode in Detroit... Why?"

Believe me, it's a long story.

With a career spanning seven albums, what seem like several hundred singles and over nine years, Depeche Mode, despite having almost uniquely combined creative progress with ever-increasing record sales, are second only to the combined forces of Kylie, Cliff and PWL when it comes to being subjected to the acid wit of the pop media. Pieces about the group usually consist of two-part jokes about leather skirts, one part a reference to their New Romantic teatowel-wearing period, and several gratuitous references to Basildon.

Yet in America, they are spoken about in the same reverential tones as New Order and even Kraftwerk. Frankie Knuckles won't deny owning a well-worn copy of "Just Can't Get Enough" and Todd Terry will talk about them as his favourite dance group. In America, Depeche Mode are a phenomenon, a white English 'pop' group respected on the black club scene in New York, Chicago and Detroit through records like their 1983 single "Get The Balance Right" - a $25 'Disco Classic' in Manhattan's hip Downstairs Records. And this is despite the fact that their knowledge of club culture is such that they haven't heard of most of the people who control your night-time soundtrack. Here, they remain a laughing stock thanks to a received impression of them as fools lost in the pop machine.

"We accept that we are partly responsible in creating the problem in Britain," says Andy Fletcher, the group's diplomat and all-round diamond geezer. In the hotel bar in Detroit we begin the interview proper. Depeche Mode are in America viewing the final cut of 101, their first concert movie, which was put together by legendary pop filmmaker D. A. Pennebaker. A mixture of documentary and concert footage, it echoes the candid style of the director's Don't Look Back, made during Bob Dylan's early sixties tour of the UK.

It records Depeche Mode's 101st concert held before a 60,000 crowd at the Rosebowl in Pasadena, and illustrates their obvious overground success in America. The film accompanies a new live LP set from the same concert. That job done in New York, here, in the interest of providing another view of a group whose name is always accompanied in British magazines by an italicized cynicism from an unidentified "Ed", Depeche Mode are taking a Techno holiday, their curiosity stirred after hearing some of the city's innovative new dance music. The trip also provides a way of approaching a group who are now in a position to refuse the standard tape-recorder-on-the-table trial.

Having been introduced to the group the day before, I negotiated their guilty-until-proven-innocent reticence at an Indian restaurant, where the hapless Fletcher brought a glass-fronted picture crashing to the ground by leaning where he shouldn't have. Dave Gahan, pissed as a fart at 4.30 in the morning, pronounces me "All right", having decided before my arrival that I would be a bastard in designer shoes who wouldn't get his round in. The fact that most of the people who put The Face together look like refuse collectors seems to come as a great surprise to most people. By the time the tape recorder does make its scheduled appearance, their inbuilt suspicion is at an all-time low. At this point it's decided that there is a difference between the great British music press and me. Stories of disreputable gentlemen of the press in berets begin to flow through, aided by the tongue-loosening properties of potent bottled beers.

"When we began, we couldn't believe that anyone was interested," says Fletch. "And we did every TV show, every interview that came up. We were wrapped up as a pop group, nothing more and nothing less, and we have suffered from that image ever since." He takes time out to explain that there is nothing inherently wrong with pop music. We agree that it has become a simple term of abuse due to the critics' common viewpoint that what is popular is therefore crap: bad logic in anyone's philosophy book. Alan Wilder - who can look as sullen as a Spurs fan on any Saturday afternoon but instead turns out to be another diamond geezer who doesn't get enough sleep - adds that the power of the pop press is such that those who like the group find themselves having to explain why - something I'm used to. New Order, who began life as Joy Division, thereby giving music critics the opportunity to prattle on about cathedrals of sound, are seen in America as similar white dance practicians. In Britain, the respect they have overseas is more than equalled. It's an attitude which frustrates rather than puzzles the group.

The situation seems massively ironic when the full extent of Depeche Mode's American success becomes clear.

Derrick May, one of the originators of Techno, who records as Mayday, Rhythim Is Rhythim and R-Tyme, looks after us in Detroit. He's keen to talk to a group he sees as part of America's underground dance scene. "They have dance in their blood," he says. Aligning them with Nitzer Ebb, New Order, DAF, Yello and the rest of the European rhythm invaders, Derrick believes that Depeche Mode were an important part of the club collision that evolved as Chicago house. The Detroit Techno sound was created on a musical diet of Clinton and European rhythm-based tracks like Depeche's classic "People Are People". This intercontinental collision at the heart of Chicago house, Techno and Todd Terry's New York sample sound is the key to the future of contemporary American dance music.

When I mention Todd Terry to Andy Fletcher and he asks me who he is, it's clear that the group themselves are blissfully unaware of their influence. Perhaps the fact that they remain largely uninterested, preferring to concentrate on creating more of the same, is the key to their dance success. Dave Gahan relates that their much sought-after 12-inch mixes were created not for clubs, but for bedroom listening.

"We had to do these 12-inch records so we made sure they were interesting all the way. We spent a lot of time putting them together so that people would want to listen to them from end to end."

The dub techniques and intuitively rhythm-conscious sound collages that resulted are landmarks in the development of the house sound. Whether you like it or not, "Just Can't Get Enough" is a dance masterpiece which like "Disco Circus", "Love Is The Message" and Klien And MBO's "Dirty Talk" helped shape the most feted club sound of the decade.

Most of the other British groups who emerged from the white dance boom of the early Eighties would have paid dearly to hear their records smoothed into a mastermix on New York's Kiss and WBLS radio stations or even to share a minibus with Derrick May. Duran Duran courted the attentions of the Chic Organisation, yet they have as much to do with current club culture as ABC, who recorded a tribute to the house sound called "Chicago". The Human League, always mindful of their club success, is the only British group to come close to Depeche Mode's American standing in the clubs.

As musicians with a genuine love of black music, they tried to build on that success by attempting to mould their very European awkwardness into something more soulful. Millions of pounds were spent on the "Crash" album, produced by Minneapolis studio gods Jam and Lewis. The move did nothing but upset a black audience almost bored by a million and one immaculate arrangement and endlessly capable voices. They want to hear an English accent and a synthesizer and be persuaded by a different sound. They wanted Phil Oakey to be Phil Oakey singing "Being Boiled". When Phil Oakey nearly became Alexander O'Neal singing "Human" they lost interest. The Human League blew it by trying to assimilate a sound their American audience already knew by heart.

Depeche Mode, far from capitalizing on their appeal, believe they too are about to upset their ironic alliance with US club culture. Alan Wilder tells me that the new material they are working on builds on the slower tempos of the "Music for the Masses" LP. Martin Gore, the group's only songwriter who, curiously, listens to old rock and roll for inspiration, believes that Depeche Mode aren't capable of making dance music anyway.

"We can't create dance music, and I don't think we've ever really tried. We honestly wouldn't know where to start."

Two days later, I'm in a car in Miami listening to a radio mix show. The DJ cuts from The Beat Club's "Security" to Front 242 to Black Riot and Depeche Mode's "Strangelove". I change station and Noel's "Silent Morning", a hugely-influential Latin hip hop track, knocks me sideways. Suddenly, it is unmistakably Depeche Mode's "Leave In Silence". The full extent of the irony starts to hit home. I think of all the desperately crap UK acid records I get through the post and start laughing.

As usual, with the tape recorder switched off people start telling good stories. Our planned visit to Majestic's, an Anglo-obsessed "English Beat" club which Derrick tells us is haunted by Numan clones and tea-toweled futurists, is the subject of comic anticipation. The group admits they benefited from their association with the kilt and make-up scene of the early Eighties. But as the tag became a critical liability and Depeche Mode grew into the willful pop stylists of "Leave In Silence" and the brilliant "Get The Balance Right", it proved hard to shake.

Dave Gahan recalls a concert in Paris about two years after the whole scene had died. Arriving at the hall, they couldn't help but notice huge posters announcing DEPECHE MODE: KINGS OF THE NEW ROMANTICS.

When we get to Majestic's, Bauhaus's 'Bela Lugosi' is stirring up the dancefloor. This is Retro Anglo or 'Nu Musik', and these are the people who have helped create a market for groups like Information Society who try to recreate the awkwardness and the essential Englishness of the early Depeche Mode sound. As a man in a green fishtail parka and a flat cap passes me I am mysteriously reminded of Chicago's Bedrock Club, where one of the main attractions of the house nation seems to be the exotic charms of Warney's Red Barrel. A big man in mascara crushes past and I decide that Depeche Mode may not leave without giving the assembled crowd a quick blast of "Photographic", an early Basildon New Romantic classic. Here, as in the Music Institute, which we head for after a minute or two of "Just Can't Get Enough" signals we've been spotted, the autograph requests begin. We drive to the Institute with the group discussing their music and the Techno sound with Derrick May. They want to know why almost every house track utilizes the very specific sound of the Roland 808 drum machine. Later, Dave Gahan tells me that they don't really feel part of what's happening.

"Still, I can feel the excitement of it. In a way it's confirmed that what we are doing has been right all along. House seems to me the most important musical development of the Eighties, in that it's combined dance and the electronic sound. What Derrick is doing looks to the future."

With a grin on his face, Fletch recalls a British interview where the opening question was "What's it like to be playing old-fashioned music?"

"This was before house - a really dark time for electronic music. At the time electronic was a dirty word. People were talking about guitars a lot. It was like, 'How does it feel to be finished?' Dave nearly clobbered the guy!"

As we approach the club Dave is taking the piss out of Derrick's hyperactivity and Derrick is taking the piss out of his accent. A mention of Kraftwerk changes the subject and provides the best explanation for the phenomenon that is Depeche Mode's American club success. While most British groups dealing with America try to be American, Depeche Mode are, like Derrick May and Todd Terry, still listening intently to Kraftwerk and chasing the elusive European electro sound created and perfected by the masters of Dusseldorf. The admiration for Kling Klang techno ties them all together and makes sense of the line to be drawn between Basildon and Detroit, between Depeche Mode's "New Life" and Derrick May's "Nude Photo".

Of course, there is another way of looking at it. "Some of our records have a good beat and that's about the end of it," says Dave Gahan.