Poor old The Cure. For their sins, they've attracted far more than their fair share of "tribute" albums, rich-pickin' for cover-version atrocity hunters such as yours truly. They also took a good and well-deserved pasting a couple of weeks ago, and it seems in keeping with the cyclic nature of things that we now turn the spotlight onto a bunch of gothic twits *ahem* Cure fans, The Escape.

1980's Seventeen Seconds is one of the few truly great Cure albums; brooding and melancholic, with sparks of driving pop-motorik in the singles, and flashes of madness in-between times. The short titular track concludes the album perfectly with a repetitive piano (oops) bass motif and a reflective lyric. Its just a really nice tune.

I just really have one thing to say to "darkwave"-clowns The Escape, and it's to the vocalist leading this bunch of butchers: Who the fuck do you think you are.. Andrea Boccelli?

The Escape - Seventeen Seconds [from VA - Our Voices: A Tribute to the Cure] (3.38 MB mp3: right-click and Save As to download)

Here's a review of the Our Voices compilation this track is part of; notable principally for being possibly the worst review I've ever read in my entire life.


NP: Chrome - Half Machine Lip Moves / Alien Soundtracks (allmusic)

Labels: Friday farce, music