It was in the 90s when I first listened to something by Deine Lakaien.
So today, I’m going to make you listen to the very first song I ever got the chance to hear from those two magnificent artists.
Deine Lakaien – Love Me to the End [Dark Star] | 1991 | Darkwave/Coldwave
I think I was thirteen or fourteen years old when I heard that song, in a small, smokey, record-store in Essen, Germany. I was instantly in love. The coldness of the electronic sound-scape coupled with the deep feelings of the lyrics created an instant connection with me.
Why is this important for the 90s, musically, though? For two reasons.
The first one is… Goth was better then! … At least for me it was. I’ll show you why with Lacuna Coil tomorrow. But that’s actually the minor of the two reasons.
The big one is something that pains me to say it: Those kind of record shops are dead now.
Oh, yeah, they probably still exist in some cities and some will linger for a few more years/decades. But in essence, for the most part of the populace, they’re done for.
Which I’m on two sides about. On the one hand, I’ve gone fully digital now. I get my music via iTunes and Amazon and some indie record shops. But I get it online, and often as digital records. So I’m responsible for the death of the small, smoky, indie record shops.
But on the other hand… Those ware magical places. Staffed by people who knew their shit. They could guide you through your vague requests and half-formed likes and dislikes. They would serve you new and interesting music like a good butcher would serve you the perfect slice of meat for your dinner plans.
And that’s what happened there. I walked in and looked around and the guy asked me some questions and smiled after some answers and put that song on. I didn’t have the money to buy it then, but I did a month later. And he still remembered me. He had believed me when I had told him that I’d be back and he had the CD in the back, waiting for me. That was a great moment. It made me a Deine Lakaien fan, cemented my descent into goth-dom and made sure that I’d love the idea of knowing things about music. All kinds of things about all kinds of music. It was that gut that made me do all this here, in a very weird effect.
And a few years later, in 2002, I’d have another of those moments with a smoky record shop in London, a friendly smiling chap and some music belonging to Cabaret Voltaire.
Yes, I only learned about Cabaret Voltaire in 2002.
You MAY commence the mocking.