>>last song
I need this energy. Two matchless and eternally recognizable guitar riffs within the first 26 seconds. Then-drummer Lol Tolhurst labors mightily to achieve steam engine precision. And then there's Robert Smith's working class British accent, satisfying as an evening pint. As far as his mood, it's hard to quantify.
Is the frontman for The Cure sad? Resolved? Raging? Scornful? Or just narrating our collective angst.
I only just now feel confident enough to admit this. When I was in high school I thought I'd like to have a goth-style clothing store called "The Fashion Cure" with the word cure written in The Cure's swirly trademark font. For some reason, I pictured the store being two levels, with a slide gong from the second floor to the first.
