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With their latest album Songs Of A Lost World<\/em> finally upon us, MOJO selects the finest tracks to date from Robert Smith\u2019s post-punk and goth pop dream weavers.<\/p>\n [\/et_pb_text][et_pb_text module_class=”credit-main” _builder_version=”4.20.4″ _module_preset=”default” text_font=”||||||||” text_font_size=”16px” text_orientation=”center” global_colors_info=”{}”]<\/p>\n Words by MOJO staff<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n [\/et_pb_text][\/et_pb_column][\/et_pb_row][\/et_pb_section][et_pb_section fb_built=”1″ _builder_version=”4.20.4″ _module_preset=”default” global_colors_info=”{}”][et_pb_row _builder_version=”4.20.4″ _module_preset=”default” global_colors_info=”{}”][et_pb_column type=”4_4″ _builder_version=”4.20.4″ _module_preset=”default” global_colors_info=”{}”][et_pb_image src=”https:\/\/flatplan-plus-content.s3.eu-west-1.amazonaws.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/7\/2024\/10\/GettyImages-1206310051-scaled.jpg” title_text=”The Cure In Detroit” _builder_version=”4.20.4″ _module_preset=”default” global_colors_info=”{}”][\/et_pb_image][et_pb_text _builder_version=”4.20.4″ _module_preset=”default” global_colors_info=”{}”]<\/p>\n FROM PLAYING SONGS OF suburban alienation in English church halls to symphonising the mysteries of life across the world\u2019s most prestigious stages, the odyssey of The Cure spans six decades and defies rock\u2019n\u2019roll logic. Yes, it says: you can do whatever you want, all the time, in your own time, and people will fill football stadiums to vindicate you. A post-punk Monet, Robert Smith has worked with a consistent palette for more than 40 years \u2013 but thanks to the rigour and intricacy of his craft, there\u2019s always something new to catch your eye.<\/p>\n Because The Cure\u2019s song canon is as varied as any in pop, comparable with Smith\u2019s hero David Bowie for creative handbrake turns, a sonic landscape that permits DayGlo fantasy and<\/em> monochrome gloom, the euphoric and the infernal, The Love Cats (\u201cSo wonderfully, wonderfully, wonderfully, wonderfully pretty!\u201d) and One Hundred Years (\u201cIt doesn\u2019t matter if we all die!\u201d). Tears, tunes and boxes of lipstick-flavour chocolates \u2013 Robert Smith dispenses them all, sweet and sour, like Willy Wonka with a baritone guitar.<\/p>\n Smith announced in 2022 that a new Cure album, Songs Of A Lost World<\/em>, was imminent and now, finally, the band\u2019s first new album in 16 years is upon us. Haunted by grief and disintegration (not to mention the dark shades of the group\u2019s 1989 masterpiece Disintegration<\/em>), as MOJO\u2019s Victoria Segal surmises, the record presents an audaciously bleak, beautiful journey towards the great unknown, and stands up next to the group\u2019s very best work. A body of work that was already bursting with wonders. Just close your eyes and see\u2026<\/p>\n [\/et_pb_text][et_pb_divider color=”#111111″ module_class=”custom-divider” _builder_version=”4.20.4″ _module_preset=”default” custom_margin=”||0px||false|false” custom_padding=”||0px||false|false” global_colors_info=”{}”][\/et_pb_divider][et_pb_text _builder_version=”4.20.4″ _module_preset=”default” global_colors_info=”{}”]<\/p>\n