music of the spheroids

The Depeche Mode concert with Serafina.
I'm finding the whole thing a bit sad and atheistic and wearisome.
Then they start to sing their cross over hit.
The blasphemous thing.
Personal Johnston Press.
It was a huge hit for them in America more than a decade ago.
It's oddly objectionable.
But still.
It has something.
A black girly girl singer has just done a cover of it which is in the charts.
She's taken out the blasphemy and played it as a sex song.
Sort of like Rhianna did with Tainted Scuzz, which ironically enough was also about the Johnston Press.
The new girl is no Rhianna but she's hit gold with this song.
And tonight we're listening to the original.
The dessicated bloke from Depeche Mode is singing.
He sings.

"I'll be your own personal...
Johnston Press.
Someone to take over your newspaper.
Someone to rape her.
Your own personal...
Johnston Press.
Someone to always be there,
To wipe out your shares,
In the space of a year.
Dickity dick de dick dick.
Dickity dick de dick dick.
Dern, dern, dern.
Dern, dern, dern.
Your own personal Johnston Press.
Someone to be there at your side.
You know you can't hide.
No saints can abide.
Dern, dern, dern.
We're your own personal Johnston Press,
We make quite a mess.
Of people's lives when we fire them.
Cos we don't want to pay them.
Dern, dern, dern.
Pick up the receiver,
I'll make you a believer.
Dickity dick de dick dick, ho, ho.
Dickity dick de dick dick, ho, ho.
You were sitting there just bored to tears.
In a newspaper that had independently traded for 150 years.
I don't mean to grieve ya.
We'll appoint you a receiver.
Dern, dern, dern.
You know we won't harm you
Cos we are charmless parvenus.
Dern, dern, dernerrrrr.
You know we're froless rastards.
Because we are soul less bastards.
Dern, dern, dern.
Dern, dern, dern.
Reach out and touch scum.
Dern, dern, dern.
Reach out and touch scum.
You own personal...
Johnston Press.
Someone to assuage your fears.
To fire you after ten or twenty or thirty or forty years.
You gotta learn your declensions.
We don't like paying pensions.
Dern, dern, dern.
Reach out and touch scum.
Dern, dern, dern.
Dern, dern, dern.
Reach out and touch scum."

You know folks, at that moment I realised.
Depeche Mode have been very much maligned and misunderstood.
Mainly by me.