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In
a 1997 Goth music retrospective in Details Magazine, the Cure's Robert
Smith insisted that the Cure are not, and NEVER were, Goth. This may
seem odd coming from the sour-faced singer with the frightwig of
dyed-black hair, deathly pale complexion, and perennially-smeared
blood-red lipstick, whose band has recorded such songs as "The Funeral
Party," "The Drowning Man," "Torture," "Empty World," "Hanging Garden,"
and "Killing An Arab." Hell, if anything, the Cure--along with Bauhaus,
Siouxsie & the Banshees, and others--invented Goth! But Mr. Smith has a
point. The Cure have successfully explored so many sundry styles beyond
doom-and-gloom that to label them just "Goth" is to ignore much of their
illustrious career. We should never forget that the Cure defined
"alternative" long before Seattle's flannel-swathed revolution rendered
the term meaningless.
The Cure Links
For over 20 years,
the Cure's ever-revolving lineup has served as a vehicle for the
prolific genius of Smith, one of the 1980s' most unlikely yet enduring
rock stars, who at age 16 formed the Cure--then called the Easy
Cure--with schoolmate Lol Tolhurst in Crawley, England. Their first
single, "Killing An Arab," was released on the indie label Small Wonder
in 1978; the song, an homage to the Albert Camus novel The Stranger,
would cause a ruckus 10 years later (after the band rose to fame) among
the overly-PC set who took the title a bit too literally. In 1979,
Fiction Records released the Cure's clean, lean, and minimal debut, Boys
Don't Cry (issued with different artwork and an altered sequence in the
U.K. as Three Imaginary Boys).
However, the sound
dramatically changed for the next three albums--Seventeen Seconds,
Faith, and Pornography--each darker, scarier, and more
claustrophobically depressing than the last. Smith's spidery hair,
anguished warble, and talent for penning bleak lyrics (this writer's
favorite snippet, from Pornography's "100 Years": "Something small falls
out of your mouth/ And we laugh") also grew along with the music's sense
of overwhelming despair, thus solidifying the Cure, for better or worse,
as the kings of Goth--a title they arguably hold to this day. But then
the band made another switcharoo, more drastic than any before: they
became a (relatively) upbeat synth-disco duo with infectious early-MTV
staples like "Let's Go To Bed," "The Walk," and "Love Cats." Smith took
a year off to join Siouxsie & the Banshees--as well as record the superb
Blue Sunshine LP with the Glove, his side-project with Banshee Steve
Severin--before restucturing the Cure in 1984 as a psychedelic
five-piece for the bad-acid-trip album The Top.
One year and many
lineup revisions later, the Cure finally went from underground darlings
to arena-worthy stars with The Head On The Door, which fused the dark
perversions of their earlier works to the frothiness of their dance
hits. The greatest-hits package Standing On A Beach: The Singles,
accompanying video anthology Staring At The Sea, theatrically-released
concert film The Cure In Orange, and sprawling double-LP Kiss Me, Kiss
Me, Kiss Me followed. Still, 1989 turned out to be the most monumental
year in Cure history: it not only saw the acrimonious departure of
Tolhurst, but the release of one of the Cure's finest, most exquisite
albums ever, Disintegration, which was not only the culmination of all
Smith's stylistic experiments, but the only Cure album to yield a bona
fide top 10 hit ("Love Song," which went all the way to No. 3).
Simultaneously gorgeous and raw, melancholy and exuberant, grandiose and
intimate, Disintegration was (and is) an instant and eternal classic.
The Cure have
traveled a bumpy road since this massive achievement. Amid rumors
perpetuated by Smith himself that he would soon retire the band, the
Cure released the ill-advised remix album Mixed Up, followed by the
long-anticipated, yet ultimately disappointing, Wish LP. Smith also
became locked in a court battle with the disgruntled Tolhurst (Smith
won). Four years elapsed before the Cure's next LP, Wild Mood Swings, a
marked improvement over Wish but still not up to par with the rest of
the Cure discography. (Some only half-jokingly chalk up the Cure's slow
decline to the previously mopey Smith's increased happiness--he's older,
wiser, and now contentedly married to his childhood sweetheart Mary, for
whom he wrote the aforementioned "Love Song" as a wedding gift.)
However, in 1997, the release of the Cure's second best-of disc,
Galore-The Singles 1987-1997, reminded everyone who had started to lose
interest that the Cure had enjoyed a long, steady, and fruitful career,
and no matter what happened to them in the future, their legacy was
already well established.
In the year 2000, Smith and company returned with Bloodflowers, which
Smith declared the third and final installment in the dark and doomy
trilogy that began with Pornography and continued with Disintegration;
while Bloodflowers was neither as suicide-inducingly depressing as the
former nor as drop-dead (no pun intended) brilliant as the latter, the
Cure's critically acclaimed 12th studio album did sound like classic
Cure and was somewhat of an encouraging return to form, proving the band
still had passion and intensity. Unfortunately, Smith is once again
announcing that this album will be the Cure's last. He's cried wolf
regarding this retirement issue many times before, so only fans will
have to wait to find out if he really means it this time.
In the meantime,
the Cure continue to sell out arenas whenever they tour, and their
legend is so strong (and deserved) that they are guaranteed to go down
in musical history as one of the greatest bands of all time. And when/
if Smith's threatened band breakup finally occurs, rumor is he has
already recorded an acoustic solo album that is probably brilliant.
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