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If the first reviewers are already writing that The Cure album released today is the album that can succeed “Pornography” from 1982 — perhaps even alongside Bloodflowers (2000) — or at least the best since “Disintegration” (1989), then I have to write a corresponding article right away. 'Back then' the album “Pornography” began as follows “It doesn’t matter if we all die.” and already 42 years later, the latest record — which completely surprised me — is entitled “Songs of a Lost World”.
While "Disintegration" (1989) later scored with "Lullaby" and "Love Song", "Pornography" was still really dark. Although we all - at least most of us - have taken our time dying in the meantime, even in operas the protagonists die more quickly.
The Cure was founded in 1976, with the band leader Robert Smith is the only member of the group still active today. The New York Times also seems a little surprised and notes that the new record is “an eight-song suite of despair, rage and brooding thoughts of a life — and maybe a planet — that has fallen into what he [Robert Smith] calls an 'inexorable slide'”.
Until we can all listen to the entire album, some of you may remember other songs by The Cure such as "Boys Don't Cry" (1979), "Just Like Heaven" (1987) or "Friday I'm in Love" (1992).
The new record begins with the above song “Alone”, which actually alludes to “One Hundred Years” from “Pornography”, and ends with the eighth song called “Endsong”.
Whether it actually Robert Smiths last song or album will be decided by the buyers. It will be similar with Donald Trump The latter will receive its comeuppance in just a few days on November 5, 2024. If we are all really unlucky, the latter will only really flourish then.
Until then, I'll follow up with the following song.
"Over and over
The Cure, One Hundred Years, last verse (1982)
We die one after the other
Over and over
We die one after the other
One after the other, one after the other
One after the other, one after the other
It feels like a hundred years
A hundred years, a hundred years
“A hundred years, a hundred years”
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