In an already terrible year, the death of Andy Fletcher came entirely unexpected.
I grew up with Depeche Mode's music. It wasn't just part of my teenage years, I don't see it as anything remotely nostalgic. It is deeply embedded in my own art. The first time I was asked about my influences, top of the list was Martin Gore. Him and Dave Gahan are the two people I'm thinking about at the moment – the DM triad now unclosed and unstable.
For all the intense personalities of the two, for all of Alan Wilder's talent, the glue between the egos, the one who got on with the boring stuff so that Depeche Mode could be everything but, and who was there at the start, and who never left, was Andy Fletcher.