One of the most unexpected and welcome Pop transformations of 1983. Robert Smith, formerly a rather humourless writer, gifted as he undoubtedly was, and latterly a slightly overweight Goth, (the music papers started calling him Fat Bob, both cruel and unnecessary) , stepped into the spotlight as something of a budding Pop genius.
Love Cats and its altogether wonderful promo came quite out of the blue. He was remarkably, much more fun than he had seemed. A cat lover. A Jazz dabbler even apparently. The promo showed that The Cure understood exactly how cool Paris had been between the the Thirties and the Fifties even if they hailed from Crawley. Smith and his band were something utterly different from now on, having exorcised all of their remaining teenage angst with Pornography and the world was altogether a better place for that.
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