Title: Simply the Best...
Product review: For Cure fans young and old, if you're CD collection doesn't include Pornography,... buy the [darn] thing. While other Cure discs bounce around between Latte stand pop and ethereal nightmare primers, Pornography does it right. Some of the lyrics don't rhyme, some of the percussion makes no sense, some of the pounding gives you a headache, but that's what good "porn" does. I think they named this disc perfectly. If you believe that some bands around today stay religously true to their fans, The Cure laid that groundwork. There's usually some "jump the shark" moment when bands go south. Some ridiculous song or style that creeps into there music and pisses everybody off. Not these guys.So they built this album, named it "Pornography", put a hellish cover on it, and sold it to thousands of pre-goth teens. These teens ate it up and felt good. They're all grown up now but they still listen..."just like the old days..."
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