
Man, did I get really into the Cure at the right time or what.
Long time readers will remember how long my road to Cure fandom, which trekked from detached respect to casual enjoyment to an explosive burst of superfandom just last year. Across that time, I have mourned many times that I didn’t get into them as a teenager, when their brand of emotional rawness would be the most potent.
But as it turns out, Robert Smith & Co. have a really great handle on middle aged angst as well. Songs of a Lost World offers a profound sense of mortality and gothic romanticism set to as archetypal a Cure Record as could be devised. Continue reading


“We are re-applying for the job of the best band in the world.”

I have always freely admitted that I have some glaring blind spots in my musical knowledge. And some of them are embarrassing. It’s not unusual for me to miss important artists in scenes that I follow closely—sometimes that have even toured with my favorite bands (see: Manchester Orchestra, Touché Amoré).

For all of their innovation in the studio, it is impossible to fully grasp U2’s body of work without considering their live show. They are the posterboys for arena rock, which is less a genre than it is a touring designation, and a cursory look at any of their live shows will show you why. Even if you don’t consider their inventive use of multimedia elements (see: ZooTV, US 360º Tour, their recent residency at The Sphere), the electricity of the four Irishmen is often enough to captivate crowds in the tens of thousands.