Reception
| Professional ratings | |
|---|---|
| Review scores | |
| Source | Rating |
| Allmusic | |
| Pitchfork Media | 7.9/10 |
| Hipersónica | Favourable |
| Q | |
| Sputnikmusic | |
| Slant Magazine | |
| Rolling Stone (1990) | |
| Rolling Stone (2009) | |
| Entertainment Weekly | B− |
As a sign of their rising success and popularity when Violator was released, a signing party for fans at a Wherehouse record store in Los Angeles that was expected to draw only a few thousand fans ended up drawing around 15,000. The band were forced to withdraw from the event due to security concerns, and their failure to appear nearly caused a riot.
Violator was the first Depeche Mode album to sell a million copies in the United States. As of 2010, Violator had sold more than 15 million copies, and remains the band's best selling album worldwide. Violator reached number 17 on the Billboard Year-End chart in 1990.
Cited as one of the best albums of the '90s, Violator was critically acclaimed upon its initial release and is featured on various lists of the greatest albums of that decade.
In 2003, the album was ranked number 342 on Rolling Stone magazine's list of the 500 greatest albums of all time. It is included in the book 1001 Albums You Must Hear Before You Die. Violator is also featured on lists of the greatest albums of all time made by magazines like Q and Spin.
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