The Cure sings for itself, or so it seems, with Robert Smith’s
\nlonesome lovelorn lyrics – sad stories of his forsaken luck with
\nlove, something that he cherishes as much as the sweet moments he
\nwould have spent with his true love, if he were ever to find one.
\n“If you are heartbroken, don’t waste your tears pining for what you
\nhave lost or couldn’t just find, but sing sad songs and share your
\nsorrow with millions of others like you and console yourself that
\nyou are not the only one whose charm tripped over love and
\nfractured its heart.” This is Smith’s mantra, and it sure did a
\nhell of a lot to the band — its longevity proves so.<\/p>\n
If there is a Cure album that is more loveless than anything
\nelse they have created, it is
\nDisintegration<\/i>.
\nDisintegration<\/i> is the mother, father, granddaddy and
\ngrand-nanny of albums whose feelings have lost their ways in search
\nfor their heart’s ultimate desires. If art has to interpret a
\nheartsick condition,
\nDisintegration<\/i> is it. If art has to provide comfort to a
\nbroken heart, it is
\nDisintegration<\/i>.<\/p>\n
\nDisintegration<\/i> is an album best enjoyed when one is in a
\nstate of disrepair. An album that starts off with a song like
\n“Plainsong,” which kicks off the album more like it is ending it,
\nneeds a lot of patience and heartache to go through the healing
\njourney of
\nDisintegration<\/i>. Love may not, but the album rewards and
\nreciprocates, only if you empathize with its pain and yen.<\/p>\n
This album is a long saga of Smith’s tales of love gone all
\nwrong. Somber and melancholic throughout,
\nDisintegration<\/i> has not one moment of sunshine; it is
\ndowncast all the way. It doesn’t cry aloud for sympathy. In all its
\ngrandiose musical arrangements, it is passionate, but controlled.
\nPerhaps “Lullaby” and “Fascination Street” are the only two
\nanomalies, where the album deviates from what it starts off with
\nand ends with — moody ballads with a sense of utter
\nhopelessness.<\/p>\n
\nDisintegration<\/i>, probably Cure’s best, has the finest love
\nsongs in rock: love seems even more special when it is burdened
\nwith the pangs of longing and aching. It is only ironic that the
\nbeauty of love lies not in the red roses, but in the wounds that
\nits thorns bleed.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":40,"featured_media":26606,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"artist":[6048],"rating":[5646],"class_list":["post-37852","review","type-review","status-publish","has-post-thumbnail","artist-the-cure","rating-rating-a"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/review\/37852","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=37852"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/review\/37852\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/26606"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=37852"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"artist","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/artist?post=37852"},{"taxonomy":"rating","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/rating?post=37852"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}