Cure - Pornography • CDs • Vinyl Records • LPs • Music Albums

in the band's tiny repertoire, and it tires quickly. It is all very well to express a lot with a little, but the Cure most frequently uses a little to express nothing, and the effect is numbing in the extreme.

Lyrically, the Cure seems stuck in the terminal malaise of adolescent existentialism. Pornography opens with bad fatalism ("It doesn't matter if we all die"), closes on a bad pun ("I must fight this sickness/Find a Cure...") and spends the intervening moments dispensing the sort of clichés usually reserved for bad poetry in high-school literary journals. Backed by music that relies less on melody than thick slabs of heavily treated sound, Pornography comes off as the aural equivalent of a bad toothache. It isn't the pain that irks, it's the persistent dullness, and that makes this Cure far worse than the disease. (RS 377)

J. D. CONSIDINE

Robert Smith was angry, confused and taking too many hallucinogenics, so he recorded one of the most infamously angry, confused and darkly hallucinogenic LPs in rock history. The added bonus demos show how the songs originally could have fit on their two previous albums, but the original Pornography stands up on its own. Interesting and a must for Cure fanatics.