Never been a big Cure guy - too synthy, too 80's, too goddamn mopey.
I changed my mind for a second there: Disintegration's bigger, artier, grander, more interesting than you might have guessed by their radio hits. The glistening Plainsong's patient and gorgeous. And did you know Pictures of You is seven and a half minutes long? Like, in a good way?
But then Smith just doesn't know when to quit, and the album's crippled by endless, endless, endless wallowing, climaxing in The Same Deep Water As You. Surely they could have resigned that whining 9-minute bedroom meander to absolutely fucking nowhere to a rarities collection. And then its 8 minutes more, and 7 more, and Jesus I am really regretting starting a conversation with the sad kid in the corner of this party.
Interviews suggest the oppressive tone was intentional: a sincere gesture // and artistic act of commitment. Mission accomplished then - the album's hell to listen to, the best moment buried in waves of indulgent misery 2.5/5
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