I’ve never been a huge fan of The Cure, it probably had as much to do with the fans maybe more than the actual band or the songs. Could never abide Goths, hated all that “woes me!” stuff, that fucking hunched walk, like they had the weight of the world on their shoulders and the sitting round the edge of the dancefloor in the union did my head in. It was the same with Morrissey fanboys back in the day clutching The Complete Works Of Oscar Wilde when they really should be reading Absolute Beginners, wearing fucking stretched washed out cardigans, they were teenagers for fuck’s sake and all that “I’m really sensitive and would rather have a cup of tea with than sleep with you” shit.
But I had to admit, grudgingly that both the Cure and the Smiths produced some absolutely brilliant records. This single by Mr Smith and his unmerry band is one of my favourites.
I still believe that the hole in the ozone layer would not have happened if there hadn’t been any Goths.
The Cure – a letter to elise (blue mix)