Pornography – The Cure

I was dragged along to Whitley Bay Ice Rink in 1985 (one of the strangest places for gigs in the world) to see the Cure. I wasn’t the worlds biggest Cure fan at that time, the Love Cats saw to that, but I went along anyway for a bit of Goth Watching. I loved the early albums, but the last album (The Top) didn’t do it for me. We were standing abusing the support act and waiting for the main event. Then darkness descended, as it does at all gigs but it felt particularly appropriate for The Cure. They wandered on and opened with a blinding version of One Hundred Years and I was instantly hooked all over again, just like when I heard A Forest on John Peel.
The last of the gloomy albums (always my favourite period) and possibly the best one too. The first side is amazing, ending with Siamese Twins, which sounds just amazing tonight. Side two isn’t so shabby either, I dismissed this album for a long time, but I think it may be their master work.
Standout track; One Hundred Years of course.

Seventeen Seconds – The Cure

I have a new idea for a chat show, it is called ‘Screaming into the Void with Lars Von Trier’. Each week Lars and a celebrity guest will shoot the existential ennui whilst sitting on comfortable chairs. At the end of each episode they will then both scream into the camera for 5 minutes, ITV2 are interested.
Speaking of screaming into the void, well more like mumbling into the awkward silence, today’s album is the Cure’s Seventeen Seconds. I thought I needed to get back to my roots with today’s album, the last couple of entries have been a bit Proggy. Give me a ‘dark’, give me an ‘unsettling’, give me an ‘ethereal’, give me ‘minimalistic melodies’ And what have you got? – Yes Seventeen Seconds. Tis a great album though and this and Faith are the only Cure albums I play any more. I was going to listen to this during the day, but it didn’t sound right, so I am now listening to it in a darkened room while watching a clock. Play for Today is a fantastic track and should have really been the album’s opener. Secrets, In Your House and M are all gems. And I know it is a cliché, but my favourite track is still A Forest. It reminds me of lying in bed on a school night listening to John Peel on the radio, good days.
Three word review; Dysthymia with guitars