Crypticus Lyricus

"...it looks good,
it tastes like nothing on earth,
it's so smooth, it even feels like skin,
it tells me how it feels to be new."

(from Kyoto Song by The Cure)

This can only mean one thing, I'm listening to the album The Head on the Door by The Cure. I used to love this album. I hadn't listened to it for about 20 years, then I came across it again recently when I was going through my old cassette tapes. I immediately put it into the cassette player (yes, I have a cassette player - I also have a cassette player in my car, which I'm not at all embarrassed by) and discovered the cassette tape was completely fucked! I guess the technical terminology would be that the tape had lost its magnetic integrity or some such thing. Either way, it could only lead to one thing, my buying a brand new compact disc (well they don't sell cassette tapes anymore) of The Head on the Door - which, obviously, I have now done. Yeah. And I still love this album. And I'm still not sure if Robert Smith is singing off-key or flat or it's just that his voice is really unusual; it has a surreal, other-worldly quality which compliments the surreal, other-worldly quality of the music and especially the kooky lyrics.