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HEAD BOY<br />
BOBBY SMITH takes The Cure<br />
T H E C U R E /H A R D CORPS<br />
W e m b le y A re n a<br />
THERE'S ROOM at the top, but I’m late fo r an im portant<br />
date. T raffic trouble while Regine is m otivating Hard Corps.<br />
And this is slightly embarrassing, because I bump into her<br />
from tim e to tim e in late night South London. The French<br />
are unforgiving, especially where the English are<br />
concerned. Merde ...<br />
Park, pay one pound, pass go and run along the outside<br />
of the Arena. It’s a lrig h t I can still hear Hard Corps’<br />
synth-dance in progress. Collapse through the door,<br />
m inding the head, and the noise stops as a greeting. Oh.<br />
But Dave Elliott is sitting among the thousands; so tell me<br />
what Hard Corps were like, Dave?<br />
...Normally, the Cure follows a malaise, but what need is<br />
there of rem edy when body and soul are bonnes santes and<br />
the beat is elite? Who are Hard Corps? Is it of consequence<br />
that they are foreign, slipping perhaps into an attractive gap<br />
once occupied by Kraftwerk? Who cares - Hard Corps are<br />
hard, and they offer a splendid kick to the solar plexus.<br />
Regine, in her red jacket, sings 'I Need To Breathe’. Don’t we<br />
a ll. . .<br />
A soothing interval to have a mulled whine over whether<br />
The Cure have become part of The Disease. I don’t think so.<br />
Robert Smith is beyond the pale of the likes of Nik Kershaw<br />
or King. He makes Top Of The Pops watchable: turns it into<br />
a lipstick scarred, stubbly, greasy, shabby song of fear.<br />
T h e n ...<br />
God flips a switch and blows out the electric candles.<br />
'T he Baby Screams' and so do the audience. I’m slightly<br />
amazed that The Cure can fill this Arena, but not fo r long.<br />
Before the man with the untucked shirt and volcanic hair<br />
can sing “Strike me dead,” the hall is alive with a rush<br />
stagewards, with unbridled enthusiasm. This is a sign of the<br />
times.<br />
Gavin Watson<br />
The Love Cats - no, they didn’t tw itch that whisker - will<br />
only experience one night like this. The show is a zenith of<br />
sorts fo r The Cure, but they aren’t revelling in the cream of<br />
adulation.<br />
Right now the band are walking the thin line between<br />
stadia-shit the com prom ise of grand rockist gestures that<br />
so often entails, and the need to air the ir sins seriously.<br />
Robert seems well aware of this. He wants to speak to us, he<br />
says, but isn’t very good at talking, anyway, so he’ll just<br />
leave it<br />
The Cure’s attitude is still in ta c t they are taking perverse<br />
pleasure in not becom ing clowns in the circus of megaentertainm<br />
ent. I stand on a seat and get knocked off by a<br />
transported dancer, but it doesn’t matter. Bodies in the<br />
arena are in perpetual m otion though, paradoxically, there<br />
is little movement on stage bar an introverted wagging of<br />
tails. The sound is immense and tightly woven; sails in<br />
tw ilig h t and that’s all that’s necessary to n ig h t<br />
An odd thing: I couldn’t tell you the names of the rest of<br />
The Cure and it’s my job to know such facts. There is<br />
som ething faceless about the band aside from the ragged,<br />
broken puppet of Smith. This works to the ou tfit’s<br />
advantage: egos down and heads buried in the noise.<br />
And most of that was fine and made me forget about my<br />
backache and the little girl gnawing with sharp teeth on my<br />
knee-cap because she couldn’t see. There wasn’t really<br />
much to be seen, anyway, just five figures in stark lighting.<br />
But there was plenty to be heard, and I’d ignore any<br />
tendency towards occasional ponderous pomposity of<br />
sound sim ply to catch a pop song as em otionally<br />
enchanting as 'In Between Days’.<br />
There is room at the top for The Cure so long as they<br />
m onitor The Disease.<br />
JA C K B A R R O N<br />
publication issue (YYYY-MM-DD) country<br />
<strong>Sounds</strong> <strong>1985</strong>-<strong>09</strong>-<strong>21</strong> UK