...If I think a song is depressing, that means it strikes a chord with me, which makes me feel good - it makes me feel happy. In this way I don't find any music depressing. I get depressed by bad music, though.
I don't actually get all down when I listen to any of the albums I've listed. Maybe 'Most
depressive albums ever' would have been better.
I would have to go with Nada! by Death In June
Good call. I was going to mention DI6, but I honestly couldn't think of what album to put. I was thinking of going with Rose Clouds of Holocaust, also my favourite DI6 album, but in a way it's quite a warm record, and I didn't think it quite fitted.
DI6 always has that depressing tone, but I think it's when you really start to analyse the meanings of the songs that the true weight of it comes in. Like 'C'est Une Reve'. We all have a Klaus Barbie in our hearts, and "Liberte c'est une reve". There's a fantastic bleakness about the whole neo-folk aesthetic, on which note:
SOL INVICTUS - THE HILL OF CROSSES
All Sol Invictus albums share a maudlin and morbid atmosphere, replete with harsh, nihilistic reminders of human stupidity and mortality, tales of murder, rape and madness, off-set with a brilliant sense of pagan mysticism. Hill of Crosses, however, really is probably the saddest thing Tony Wakefords ever done, with strong competition. It paints a bleak, war-ravaged European landscape, but unrelieved by the tinges of gallows humour that relieve albums like 'Death of the West' and 'The Devils Steed'. And of course, 'Black Dawn' and 'December Song' are two of the most depressing songs of all time.
"This is the longest road to nowhere
Although it's shorter than you think
When the shutters comes down
When the chain breaks its link
Can love triumph
Will hate fall
Can good win?
Probably not at all
The tide will go out and not return
The flame will die and never again burn
I will fall asleep and never awake
The next page of the diary won't have a date
Can love triumph
Will hate fall
Can good win?
Probably not at all
With vile defeats
I limp towards December
Full of vile deceits
But destined not to be remembered"