Spin Magazine
by Jon Young
Reproduced without permission

Sob, sob. Whimper, sniff. Sorry. I was just savoring the new Cure disc, which means taking a headlong plunge into a deep, dark pit of despair, with no hope of relief. Or does it? Fitting comfortably into the category of Another Cure Album, Wish makes it hard not to stereotype Robert Smith and his band of "merry" men: The sad melodies and pathetic subject matter, amplified by Smith's morbid vocals, offer the ultimate in exquisite pain. They're so down it's almost funny.

Hmmm.... Could the Cure be one big joke, an elaborate spoof of self-indulgent angst?

Not a chance, although the band does have a playful side, especially in its videos.

Onscreen, that unholy nest of hair and living-dead pallor transform Smith into a perverse cartoon character, rather than the crooning undertaker he seems to be without visual aids. Finding the fun in the dense textures of Wish is tougher, since almost every track wallows in the agonies of shattered relationships. For those who keep score, Smith plays the rejected in three songs and the rejector in four, while lovers split by mutual bitter consent on two others. Sigh.

At least give him credit for finding lots of different ways to convey the same sentiments. Shimmering and predictable, Trust and To Wish Impossible Things encourage hand wringing and underscore how conventional the band's outlook really is. Happily, Wendy Time steps up the pace, prompting Smith to strut and growl like the feisty little punk he was back when the Cure began in the late '70s. It doesn't touch me at all, he bellows in response to a woman's come-on, furiously stomping a wahwah pedal for emphasis. Boosting the noise content, Smith digs deeper into this vein of anger on the howling Cut, an explosion of ill will and feedback that finds him snarling, You don't care anymore. Open resentment (instead of the usual teary regret) equals increased thrills. Now that's entertainment!

If only he'd cut loose more. Wish showcases Smith's considerable skills as a craftsman -- often overshadowed by his screwy persona and mass appeal -- but most tracks feel planned to death, sacrificing spirit for detail. The epic End threatens to get crazy, only to degenerate into sludge as Smith piles on layer after layer of sound. The jangly guitars and perky tempo of Friday I'm in Love prove he can still concoct a catchy single, albeit a bloodless one. Regardless, the tune boasts some memorable lines, including It's such a gorgeous sight / To see you eat in the middle of the night.

Unfriendly souls might imply that the Cure always sounds the same, which is a filthy lie. However, the lads can claim a highly distinctive style, and more than a few bands have taken a cue from (copied, if you like) Smith's good thing. Maybe he should consider nicking somebody else's ideas, just to add variety to the recipe. While you can admire the passionate guitar riff that drives From the Edge of the Deep Green Sea, Wish doesn't resonate beyond its own limited atmosphere. Robert Smith isn't lazy, but he's extremely conservative. The boy needs some fresh air. Or a kick in the behind. Whatever it takes to shake him up.

Last Revised: Monday, 15-May-2006 15:00:07 CDT

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