I went through a similar phase in the mid-late 90s and into this decade a couple years. Which is not to say that synths hadn't played a fair part of my musical life before, but they were often standing in for traditional keyboards, drums, and the more than occasional bass. (And, pretty much completely separate from my songwriting, during most of the decade I was doing an all improv, mostly synth, live echo loop act. Mostly as a solo but I had some pals who would sit in and eventually we started gigging under the name Drift.) But starting in '96, influenced by the of trip hop/downtempo of Portishead and some other heavily dub influenced acts, as well as by hip hop (for a while I was sitting in with a funk/rap band in the early 90s -- but I'd listened to rap/hip hop since the beginning of the 80s or even a little before when it first started appearing on KDAY, which became the first LA station regularly playing rap).
For a while, regular guitars barely figured in (although I had and still have a soft spot for backwards electric). It seemed an exciting time and I was pushing my own music/writing sometimes right up to the breaking point. I continued writing what I felt were more or less roots/country songs, but I was casting them in post modern stylings. Rather than trying to mimic others in the field, I was trying to forge some new hybrid -- but I was knocked back pretty hard when the UK act A3 showed up blending similar influences (but doing it about 300% slicker, with soulful backup singers and players and slick production). I guess I expected them to be big, since they had captured a lot of what I was going for -- but they were barely a footnote in the pop annals and I doubt many remember them today -- certainly not in the US, where they were almost completely unknown. (Seems I recall they were called Alabama 3 but changed the name to avoid a conflict with a US act.)
Anyhow, starting in 2002/3, I began moving much more back to guitars and roots instruments. I bought a (cheap) banjo and a (cheaper) mandolin, instruments I'd always wanted and had fooled with in the distant past when friends lent me theirs. And I found myself playing loads more acoustic and barely any electric.
That said, I was listening to Lene Lovich's first album the other day -- I don't think I'd heard it in at least 25 years -- and remembering how intoxicating
some of the early new wave was. I was more a fan of the darker side, your Televisions, Magazines, Buzzcocks, the very first Ultravox records [before -- ugh -- they changed to wimpwave pop with the addition of Midge Ure], and such. (Really did not like most of the popular new wave bands* like the Cars, Police, U2, etc, or the synth pop bands that followed.)
I dunno... maybe I might be drifting back the other way.
I really miss the sense of adventure and the sense (right or wrong) of being 'out in front.'
That said, joining the new wave revival at this point doesn't seem so 'out front.'

I mean, there are buckets of folks in the 35-40 age bracket who seem dedicated to reliving that era. Interpol might be a guilty pleasure for me (except for the squashed mastering, of course) but I'm not sure I want to join that nostalgia-bound cohort. Not much sense of adventure there, I don't think.
* Probably the only really popular new wave band (unless you maybe counted Elvis Costello) I liked was Talking Heads, who I'd seen in '77 in the tiny Golden Bear, winning me over right off. Although, even there, the charm wore thin toward the end. I remember seeing them after they became mainstream popular and had added a bunch of ringer musicians so they could play the more hard-edged afro-funky things they had moved into on the last couple albums... it was the 5th time I'd seen them and they had become more like a review band -- it was a good show with some great add-on players -- but it was really starting to bore me. (Apparently it bored David Byrne, too, who apparently stopped talking to his old bandmates not long after -- apparently they came in off a successful tour and he holed himself up to do some writing and then no one heard from him again for so long they assumed the band was broken up. And I guess it was.