I'm staying in tonight. A jacket potato and The Cure at The BBC Two at eight o'clock on BBC 2. Then Match of the Day. My football team have won, But first. The Cure's Songs Of A Lost World. Their first for sixteen years. The first where everything is written by Robert Smith since 1985's Head on the Door.
On Fiction Records as you'd expect of The Cure. It clearly goes for Seventeen Seconds, Faith and Pornography as its touchstones and I'm more than happy with that..Not so much of the Poppy Happy Goth stuff that came in the late Eighties when they started bestriding Americn enormodomes.
The Cure of those early years describe the streets of suburban London better than any music that I know and grew up with. This is where we are here. It's an inspiring record. Going back to go forward. The child remains within.
I found it rousing, emotional but stirring, Undertowed by Simon Gallup's thunderous emotive bass and Robert Smith's grieving vocals, It's a beautiful impassioned occasionally mournful album that immediately makes me want to know it better. Clutch it to my heart,
This is not a collection of feelgood tunes and is all the better for that. . It will sell in shedloads and deserves to do so. It's as powerful a record as I can hope to hear all year. It strikes me as an utterly poignant and remarkable statement.It's Sunday I'm in love !
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