This is the album that paved a way for one of the most
\nversatile, ingenious and eccentric alternative rock bands of all
\ntime, a phenomenon known as The Cure. This band has always been
\nelusive and outr\u00e9, and it shows in their debut effort.<\/p>\n
\nBoys Don’t Cry<\/i> was a punk album, released during the time
\nwhen punk music itself was moribund, and rock music was going
\nthrough its usual phase of transmogrification, which it does at the
\nend of every decade, gaining new avatars. Considering the kind of
\nalbum
\nBoys Don’t Cry<\/i> is, and the period of time it was released,
\nit can be said that this effort is indeed a bold one. It is punk,
\nbut not the bellicose, “in your face” type, with dyspeptic vocals
\nsinging words of disestablishment, accompanied by an equally peeved
\nand loud guitar-musicianship. It is punk that’s gloomy, boldly and
\nshamelessly humorous, saturnine, gothic, and most of all,
\ncontrolled, so that it doesn’t explode and spew out things, messing
\nup its music altogether.<\/p>\n
The title song of the album, the single “Boys Don’t Cry,” with
\nits winsome riff and chorus, may be one of The Cure’s most lovable
\nsongs, but it is just one of the few friendly songs in the album,
\nalong with “Jumping In Someone Else’s Train.” The rest of the songs
\nof
\nBoys Don’t Cry<\/i> may hardly cross three minutes, but within
\ntheir teensy-weensy bits of time-share, they are as complicated as
\nthe trademark ‘The Cure’ songs of the later albums, which generally
\ngo on for not less that six minutes.<\/p>\n
As usual, Robert Smith is off-centered with his lyrics, more
\nthan in any of his other albums. In the later Cure albums, though
\ntheir music became more and more complicated and diverse, their
\nlyrics pretty much revolved around themes of love. This one has
\njust a couple of love songs — “Boys Don’t Cry,” and maybe “10:15
\nSaturday Night.” Even the latter song is not exactly a love song;
\nit’s about Robert Smith waiting for someone on a Saturday night,
\nbeside a dripping tap, which is emphasized throughout the song and
\nin the choruses. This is probably a love song of the same weirdness
\nas the ones Bjork usually writes.<\/p>\n
The rest of the album, though humorous at times, is gloomy. “The
\nSubway Song,” for instance, is absolutely crazy, with Robert Smith
\nwhispering the funniest words instead of singing them, and at the
\nend spoiling all the fun with a blood-cuddling scream, probably
\nmeaning, “that’s ‘The Cure’ for you.” Also, “Killing An Arab” and
\n“Fire In Cairo” have cute and funny lyrics, but are taken very
\nseriously by the band, giving an acerbic edge to these songs rather
\nthan an amusing one.<\/p>\n
\nBoys Don’t Cry<\/i> is the most inaccessible Cure album. It is
\nalso another amazing Cure album. It is perhaps the only true punk
\nalbum by this band, before it started experimenting with other
\nforms of music. It is atrabilious, but not as gothic as the typical
\nCure sound, made popular by classics such as
\nThe Head On The Door<\/i>,
\nDisintegration<\/i>, or even
\nWish<\/i>. For a debut album,
\nBoys Don’t Cry<\/i> is too experimental to gain an instant fan
\nfollowing; but it is the launching album by The Cure, and The Cure
\nalways was and is an anomaly.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":40,"featured_media":26557,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"artist":[6048],"rating":[5615],"class_list":["post-37797","review","type-review","status-publish","has-post-thumbnail","artist-the-cure","rating-rating-b"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/review\/37797","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/review"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/review"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/40"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=37797"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/review\/37797\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/26557"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=37797"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"artist","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/artist?post=37797"},{"taxonomy":"rating","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/rating?post=37797"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}