Disintegration turns 28 years old today. Back then, I wasn’t the music obsessed weirdo that I
Disintegration turns 28 years old today. Back then, I wasn’t the music obsessed weirdo that I am today - but then again, i was but a child. That being said, i was lucky enough to have older siblings who left cool shit lying around for me to pick up and call my own, which would ultimately help mold me into the music lover that I am at this moment. Back then, it was the just the tape with “Love Song” on it, that my brother left behind as he left home to discover his path. Later it would be a starting point to seek out similar sounds. Even later, it would become the anchor of many conversations about what a perfect album sounds and feels like. Today, it’s just an old hoodie that I never get tired of wearing. A dark, yet warm blanket that reminds me of home. And as always, it’s a towering work of beauty that shows little sign of age, and still, hits like a freight train if you’re willing to let it wash over you one more time. The singles are flawless, but the title track stands as one of my favorite songs of all time. Disarmingly lovely and haunting in equal parts. A high water mark of a band overflowing with mountainous peaks. -- source link
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