Boys Don't Cry - The Submarines

Forced more or less to stay at home - though not really in a restraining way - due to a terribly uncomfortable and heavy device called "Life Vest" that I have to wear day and night, I try to take it philosophically and see the glass (two or three a day is fine, say the doctors who saved my life) as half full.
So what better way than to rummage through the depths of my trusty iMac to finally organize my vast library that I've left in a semi-wild state for too long?
Well: what's the first album I didn't remember having that comes my way?

You should know there's a band that is "special" to me.
Not my favorite band - or artist - but something apart, something I like to keep to myself, intimately, without any emotional fanfare.
They are called "The Cure," and I find them uncategorizable, oddly lovable even if sometimes dark: a wonderful thing in its own right, as I've said before.

I picked this track at random, but I assure you that the whole album is at least surprising.
I know that when it comes to covers, at least here on Debby, everyone has their own but also the other, but please, I really beg you to listen to it (in the unlikely event you haven't already) because there’s a whole assortment of chocolates that are better than the last.

Sunday I'm in Cure.