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XCEEDINGLY GOOD, MATES!<br />
GREAT<br />
XPECTATIONS<br />
LONDON FINSBURY<br />
PARK<br />
In the midst of all this,<br />
27,000 people are invited to<br />
the pre-emptive inauguration<br />
of Britain’s first indie radio<br />
station, XFM, as it continues<br />
its campaign for a legal<br />
licence; to spend nine hours<br />
drinking, dancing and<br />
celebrating the health of a<br />
subculture that, following the<br />
massive success of Nirvana,<br />
Suede, Therapy? et al, has<br />
the potential to flood into the<br />
mainstream.<br />
So, we’re presented with<br />
what appears to be the<br />
gathering of the indie<br />
aristocracy: ten groups<br />
bashing out their alternative<br />
hearts in a field of frenetic<br />
dreams. Even their absentee<br />
comrades are here in spirit -<br />
witness the vast array of band<br />
T-shirts scattered throughout<br />
the crowd: from Teenage<br />
Fanclub to Ride and onto<br />
Chumbawamba, thousands of<br />
chests prove the depth of<br />
support for XFM’s idealistic<br />
ambitions.<br />
No such glitches for THE<br />
CURE, of course: the good<br />
news is that their sound is<br />
perfect and the<br />
aforementioned visual<br />
screens afford 99 per cent of<br />
the chirpy ones’ fanbase the<br />
opportunity to see a live<br />
close-up of Robert Smith’s<br />
fizzog for the first time since<br />
the band played at the ‘tiny’<br />
T&C2 in London a couple of<br />
years ago. Presumably, this<br />
means that the devoted will<br />
now be able to perfect all the<br />
latest mascara smears and<br />
lipstick blotches - a moot<br />
point considering the number<br />
of Bob-a-likes darkening the<br />
beer tents.<br />
That’s The Cure down to a<br />
‘T’: even the most diligent of<br />
observers will be hardpressed<br />
to find anyone<br />
wandering around the site<br />
trying to look like Mark Keds,<br />
Bob Mould or Paul Linehan. A<br />
decade and a half in the<br />
music business has turned<br />
Bob into the Queen Mother of<br />
subterranean weird-rock; the<br />
kind of geezer who’s<br />
obviously a bloody good<br />
bloke, actually, and is fully<br />
capable of carrying out his<br />
public duties without batting<br />
a heavily made-up eyelid. Or<br />
choking on the odd fishbone.<br />
So The Cure machine once<br />
again oozes, nay glides into<br />
life, now lacking keyboardist<br />
Porl (and then there were<br />
four...) but still wholly<br />
proficient in the art of<br />
knocking out some decent<br />
tunes and aligning them to<br />
ludicrously sumptuous<br />
atmospherics. ‘Just Like<br />
Heaven’ is the epitome of<br />
their happy-sad, butchered<br />
puppydog charm; ‘Shake Dog<br />
Shake’ is gracefully nasty;<br />
and the driving wails of<br />
‘Three Imaginary Boys’ harks<br />
back to a time when they<br />
couldn’t fill their back garden,<br />
let alone Finsbury Park.<br />
It’s all deeply pleasant -<br />
but there’s no sense of<br />
danger, of The Cure doing<br />
anything to disorientate us.<br />
Sure, the mewling rattle-punk<br />
of ‘Boys Don’t Cry’ sounds<br />
refreshingly off-kilter - but<br />
it’s a pleasantly shocking bit<br />
of nostalgia rather than a<br />
bold step forward.<br />
As with much of today,<br />
we’re left with the feeling<br />
that they’ve effortlessly<br />
entertained us, but singularly<br />
failed when it comes to<br />
excitement. We’re not about<br />
to rip up the turf and storm<br />
the backstage area: we just<br />
want to go home and put the<br />
kettle on. And that’s hardly<br />
the point of all this, is it?<br />
C aptain ‘M a x F a c to r' Bob displays th a t fam ous b u tc h e red puppydog charm<br />
photo by photo by publicotion issue (YYYY-MM-DD) country<br />
Roger Sargent Simon Williams & John Harris <strong>New</strong> <strong>Musical</strong> <strong>Express</strong> <strong><strong>19</strong>93</strong>-<strong>06</strong>-<strong>19</strong> UK