Noise No. 001

Within matters of The Cure and discographical gauge of quality, Pornography by far demolishes Disintegration. I only mention Disintegration because of the summation of occurrences when I was told, upon inquiring, that Disintegration is the most common favorite Cure album. Portray me not, unjust, I do enjoy Disintegration and had it not been for 1 or 2 songs on that album I would be able to participate in the much of a more enriching audiometric experience .Of course to each his/her opinion and by all means kick, shout, and pounce about in what your mind makes comfortable for your taste and value. As I shall. 

Dark, Primal, and Heavy are the three governing Queens of Pornography. And hailing blessedly under their terra spanning commands are synths that hum out screams, Tolhurst's snares like damp bodies of mud that fail vertical composure and award gravity full custody in a faithful fall onto concrete under crushed glass. Yells from Smith into rivers of reverb, guitars that screech and get lured into the air, bass groans and moans underlying the tension of pleasure, searching through paranoia's shut fists for relief. Its the only Cure album that interrupts not with the wince gathered suggestion of alternating the occupation of playing the record in its entirety. Faith and Seventeen Seconds I also share in this pocket of undisturbed play but those two albums are the rising studies that slowly manifest themselves into Pornography. From 1980 to 1982 this was their era that most translates to me, Seventeen Seconds is far more bare than Faith and just as such is the relationship between the latter and Pornography. Its almost as if a body is undressing itself, removing the silence of clothes and as each article is removed the louder the flesh and the more intricate the layers of nudity. Tension and relief. 

And somewhere in 1982 I am born and it will be a long time before I even listen to either The Cure or music in general. As I grow age after age They release album after album, always a song that I'll love but within an album that has moved on from previous movements. This is what every artist is entitled to...expression forward from yesterday's experience. Interestingly enough, it results in a diverse following of enthusiastic listeners that would argue albums and eras of the same artist as if they were the property of several different bands.

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