Cure – "Let's Go to Bed" (1982)

Let’s go to bed

Let’s go to bed

Let’s go to bed

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The Cure have released a lot of really bad records.  But what sets them apart from other artists who have released a lot of really bad records is that their music is not only really bad, but also really depressing.

The Cure singles that I’m most familiar with – “Boys Don’t Cry,” “Jumping Someone Else’s Train,” “Lovesong,” “Friday I’m In Love,” and today’s featured record – make me want to swallow the contents of the first bottle of pills I see and hope for the best.  (I assume the rest of their music is just as depressing.)

It’s depressing to watch Cure music videos because their frontman, Robert Smith, is truly a fright to see.  (Wikipedia accurately describes Smith as sporting “a pale complexion, smeared red lipstick, black eyeliner, a disheveled nest of wiry black hair, all-black clothes, and brothel creeper shoes.”) 

Robert Smith in 2022

When asked by an interviewer why he and wife had never had children, Smith gave this answer:

I objected to to being born, and I refuse to impose life on someone else.  Living, it’s awful for me.  I can’t on the one hand argue the futility of life and the pointlessness of existence and have a family.  It doesn’t sit comfortably.  

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It’s interesting that the Cure’s first six studio albums had an average length of 38:22, while their next six albums averaged 68:20 – almost twice as long.  

Ordinarily I would say that getting more music for your money was a good thing . . . but there are exceptions to that rule. 

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