Depeche Mode, Live at Crocs Nightclub June 27, 1981 clear vinyl: Very Rare
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*******SUPER RARE CLEAR VINYL******* Recorded live at Crocs Night Club in Rayleigh, Essex, 27th of June 1981.
APPARENTLY ONE OF 200 pressed in Clear Vinyl. Also released in other colours
Side A Tracks:
1. Television Set
2. Dreaming Of Me
3. Big Muff
4. New Life
Side B Tracks:
1. Boys
2. Tora Tora Tora
3. Price Of Love
4. Just Can’t Get Enough
5. Photographic
Kept in thick plastic cover since purchase. Comes in a Clear heavy Plastic Cover. So Two Layers of protection since it was new (so I was told), the Original Clear cover is in Mint Condition.
Disc is in Excellent Condition.
Please ask any questions before making an offer ....
As with all clear and coloured Vinyl in Plastic covers the Pictures do not do it Justice.... This looks like its Brand new...!!! I got this in an Estate Sale and it seriously looks like its never been out of the Sleeve.... (The Auctioneer had a little knowledge and was sure most of these Laserdiscs and albums were very well kept and if played ....Only Once)
Thanks for looking
Depeche Mode's gig at The Venue, London on September 19, 1981.The Perfect Fantasy
"I'm biased ... some six months ago I was lucky enough to corner four funny kids, whose collective denomer was little more than a buzz about town, for a chat in the Lyceum changing rooms.
The results prompted some nirk - one of the many eager, as always, to dote on the past through rose-t(a)inted perspectives - to put pen to paper and cite our little tete-a-tete as endemic of the so-called slipped standards in your soaraway MM.
Four further weeks (love 'em! love 'em!) saw Depeche Mode slapping down the mortgage on a chart position destined to be theirs for years and years to come - sweet revenge; a pert two-fingers to our letter-writing friend and the definitive dawning of a New Life.
You think that's all? Listen. I knew they could be good, knew they were good, but this good? ... never!
Depeche, were so right they made you forget about The Venue, forget about the bar and the burgers, crack a smile, grab your partner and dance. Two sold-out shows - the earlier one for under-18's (I couldn't get in), the later one for big bro' and sis' - both in support of Amnesty and both (I'm reliably informed about the first) damn near perfect.
But obviously - they had to be. As unintentional perpetrators of a polite revolution Depeche are/were the first to intuitively put into practice longstanding electro-pop theories; are responsible for this year's three best chart singles; are the reason The League's "Hard Times/Love Action" is a laugh and not a logorhythmic exercise; the reason Orch. Man's "Souvenir" has slipped from edgy bubblegum into easy ballads; one good reason, with "New Life"/"Just Can't Get Enough" (Oh, didn't you know - they're the same song suckers!) why TOTP is sometimes still worth watching.
Because of Depeche Mode, '81 pop is no longer having to say you're sorry.
Tonight, the wonder is that they sound just like the records. They could never be technically bad - their machines wouldn't let them down that far - but they could certainly soullessly go-through-the-motions - something which, ta God, they're too young and excited to do just yet.
They look a vision too - all malleable puppy fat equally at home over tea with your gran or snogging down the disco. So sweet; I worry. Sooner or later (please make it later!) they'll start getting tainted, serious, showbizzy. Not yet though. New selections from the forthcoming LP nod more towards Motown than Krautrock mantra, and "Pretty Boy" even slips too far that way dipping into Shangri-Las self-parody. Daniel Miler should have learned with The Silicon Teens - too much sugar makes you sick.
One other grouse: they played too long - fifty-five minutes instead of the usual 40-odd. That much dancing begins to get ugly, physical, real. Depeche Mode are a fantasy potential more-than-fulfilled, the Archies of the Eighties, a dream coming true. So short, so sweet; don't nudge, don't pinch - I never wanna wake up."
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