NAME THAT SICKNESS
The Cure are a squirelly, schizofrantic experiment that, for the most part, hits the nail right on the forehead with the release of this double LP set that'll no doubt raise, as well as shave, a few eyebrows amongst the legions out there in cynically-hip land.
NAME THAT SICKNESS
RECORDS
THE CURE
Kiss Me, Kiss Me, Kiss Me (Elektra)
The Cure are a squirelly, schizofrantic experiment that, for the most part, hits the nail right on the forehead with the release of this double LP set that'll no doubt raise, as well as shave, a few eyebrows amongst the legions out there in cynically-hip land.
While everyone else is cloistered around their CDs listening to the likes of Sgt. Pepper in a ritualistic fit of waxing '60s nostalgic (this sorta thing happens every 20 years whether we like it or not—just imagine what it’s gonna be like when we reach the '90s revival of KC & The Sunshine Band’s entire catalog; kinda bunches up the underwear, don’t it?), and missing the whole point all over again, the Cure have taken it upon themselves to create Kiss Me, Kiss Me, Kiss Me— two records that just might become the fodder for the waxing '80s nostalgic we’ll all experience in the year 2000.