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THE REVIEW
And the lamp and the refrigerator and the vacuum cleaner...
"And the party, and the band, and the balloons... you're giving me a heart attack!!!"
That's what Lucia comma Carla comma something, one of my magical aunts, used to say. And it hardly matters how, when, and why. The only thing that matters is that every time magic takes me, I think of that phrase.
"And the girl with red hair and the summer nights and Three imaginary boys..." and this is no longer Lucia comma Carla comma something, oh no..."
This is me, that is Lulù comma Mojo comma something, even if I'm not a magical uncle, or (who knows?) maybe I am…
And so yes, then I'll tell you again: "And the girl with red hair and the summer nights and Three imaginary boys... you're giving me a heart attack!!!"
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And anyway, is this what power pop is?
This lean lean, nervous nervous, raw raw, essential essential music but extraordinarily catchy and, above all, incredibly fresh?
Listening to it is waking up and feeling young, just enough time to give a kiss to the mom who made you coffee and then off you go…
I imagine the lyrics, knowing the character, are full of angst...but it doesn’t matter being full of angst as long as you're young…
When I read that the band name, the cure, comes from a Nick Drake verse, "a trouble cure for a trouble mind," I felt a thrill of joy…
I had a red c90 cassette, side one the imaginary boys, side two the seventeen seconds... and I listened to it endlessly, because I never bought the albums (I'm a bit stingy)… finished the first side, I'd go with the second, one two one two one two…
They're almost the same record to me.
The second side, or the seventeen seconds, is perhaps cooler, because there they are anything but raw!!!... rather stripped down and deboned, skeletal... very much a wave thing... and in intentions even the idea to unite atmospheres of Nick Drake with sounds like "Low" by Bowie…
But on side one, or "Three imaginary boys," no Nick Drake, no David Bowie… just top (very top) level pop rock… dreamy, nervous, melancholic, and happy… something between an all-nighter and the school bell at noon...
If you've never done it, listen to it... and, after doing so, give a kiss to the mom who made you coffee and then... then off you go…
Off you go!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Trallallà…
(Luludia possessed by the spirit of Mojo)
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The review celebrates The Cure's debut album, Three Imaginary Boys, as a fresh, raw, and nervy power pop record that captures youthful energy and bittersweet melancholy. The reviewer fondly compares it to their next album, Seventeen Seconds, noting the difference in atmosphere and style. The album is praised for being catchy and essential listening for anyone new to power pop or The Cure's early sound.Tracklist Lyrics Videos
The Cure
The Cure are an English rock band formed in Crawley and led by singer-songwriter Robert Smith. Since the late 1970s they have moved between post-punk, gothic atmospheres and pop-oriented experiments, producing widely admired albums such as Disintegration and Pornography.89 Reviews
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