In the first half of the '80s, it was said of Robert Smith and the members of Siouxsie's group - namely The Banshees - that they produced records at the same pace that normal people go to the bathroom. This colorful statement was due to the fact that Smith, Severin, Budgie, and Siouxsie themselves had started churning out side projects with uncommon frenzy, leveraging the great knowledge of the English music scene at the time and especially their growing popularity. Nothing wrong with that, considering that their various projects managed to bring to the market some albums above average, interesting both from a purely musical standpoint and for the trends of the time. In particular, in 1983, bassist Steve Severin and Robert Smith worked together under the name The Glove, at a time when The Cure itself was in a temporary lineup deficit and just emerging from a significant identity crisis. Smith, in that turbulent period, would accompany Siouxsie's tour as a guitarist, staying almost two years as an official substitute: thus, the cohesion of ideas and feelings with Severin was such that producing a record together was probably the result of a natural process.
Blue Sunshine fits into that stream of ideas already influencing The Cure's production, with a blend of electronic sounds, drum machines, and guitars well expressed in tracks like Upstair's Room and Let's Go To Bed. Vaguely inspired by the Beatles' Yellow Submarine vision (from which the duo's name and blue glove logo come) in a state of hallucinatory alteration and various other low-grade films themselves inspired by the world of drugs, Blue Sunshine features a more original and at times more bizarre series of musical settings than Smith's group standards. There is a vibrant and glamorous psychedelic connotation very little related to '60s sounds and if anything contaminated by the growing use of electronic instruments from the nascent '80s.
To collaborate on the album's creation, The Glove enlisted drummer Andy Anderson (who later joined The Cure for the album The Top) and amateur vocalist Landray, who sang most of the album's songs. Additionally, for the string section of the beautiful track Mr. Alphabet Says, The Venomettes, a quartet of violinists and cellists with promising charm but never reaching fame, were brought in. This band of musicians produced ten tracks set on a concept track, interspersed and connected by subdued inserts (as if coming from a radio) of further musical elaborations and voices. Despite sounding rather fresh and dynamic, the Blue Sunshine tracks remain permeated with a sense of anguish; and, over time, the listening reveals certain underlying meanings seemingly hidden by Landray's lively and playful voice and Robert Smith's guitar riffs. Songs like Looking-Glass-Girl, Orgy, and Mr. Alphabet Says narrate the impressions and suggestions the two main authors derived from events like a death toll of glue sniffers and other poorly cut substances at a party, as well as from their own nocturnal use/absorption of acids.
Thus, the melancholic and dramatic aspects of the work emerge between the lines, between the psychedelic verses and the cover decorations, in the long instrumental suite of A Blues In Drag, an enchanting piece made of electric piano and violins that has little to do with The Cure's and Siouxsie's discography of the period. And then among the Arabic notes and ritual recitatives of the final piece, where the tension becomes tangible and every trace of visionary carefree disappears.
Blue Sunshine is not an epochal album, but it has become a cult record among niche new wave enthusiasts. Not without reason, since it revisited an important page of urban culture without market constraints and interpreted new pop trends with extreme freedom of choice. Certainly: Robert Smith's stylistic imprint is very noticeable, but blended with the rest, it emerges in a completely different way compared to the dark plots of Pornography, for example, or the sparse melodies of Seventeen Seconds. And Blue Sunshine has everything but the will to conform to the existentialist logic of the dark genre.

Tracklist Lyrics and Videos

01   Like an Animal (04:44)

One mile in the air that's where she lives
Her body looks so thin and pink and small
Dropping eggs from nervous shaking hands
And swallowing her fingers as they fall

Two people dance on the edge
Three of us push them away
There's nowhere to go
We're all in this
But nothing can hurt us at all

Fight her all you want you'll never win
Couldn't we just once leave her in bed
Let the dry air cut her happy throat
Hide her heart and lose her happy head

First I was a murderer then I was a saint
Now I live on stolen time
Twist and run like paint
Like an animal

Tuesday in the sun
Nothing could be worse
Not now not ever not anymore...

02   Looking Glass Girl (04:56)

Like a looking glass girl
In a minature world
Saw you dance like dice
And tumble to the floor
Like a looking glass girl
In a minature world
Whirl your disney arms
And jump the merry-go-round
The umbrella man is shouting
We shake his paper hands
There's mirrors down beneath
Our feet so "let's skate down
The street" the casino man is
Laughing he wears a shivering hat
We peel away like tinsel
Stick like splinters to the wall
Like a looking glass girl
In a minature world
She saw you dressed in rags
In-and-out of a jack-in-a-box
Because she's a looking glass girl
In a minature world
Whirl your see-saw-arms
And ride the catherine wheel
(foot, foot)

03   Sex-Eye-Make-Up (04:24)

Run around the chairs in your Sunday dress
It's the best thing money can buy
Or leave me on the stairs with my feet in the air
I think that I'm jazzy like Christ

One more cigarette and the car burns slow
Burning like the body waiting at home
Throw out your teeth and call all your friends
Someone's coughing took away my breath
Inches of glass all shiny and new
Screaming laughing fucks me to death

One more boy full of writhing white mice
Rolls over again in a London disguise
The blood bath woman in room number one
Sex-eye-make-up tonight
She just woke up today to do as she's told
Do you want to touch her?

04   Mr. Alphabet Says (03:50)

Here comes the book
The book of rules
If you play this game
You won't stay the same
You could win your golden teeth
Be a spinning top
Use a riding crop

Mr Alphabet says
"Smile like a weasel
As I cover you...
Cover you in treacle"

We all know impatience is a sin
So do as you're told to do
It's so rewarding to
And you could win the tin man's heart
Be a chiming clock
Lie on the chopping block

Mr Alphabet says
"Give me all your money
Just to cover you
Cover you in honey"

Don't be afraid
There's no marmalade
Don't be afraid
I wouldn't even dream of it!

05   A Blues in Drag (03:12)

Instrumental

06   Punish Me with Kisses (03:12)

Your morning smile of torture
Holds me in its grip
You trace the taste of yesterday
The bruise upon my lip
You touch my eyes and hypnotize
And slip inside my heart
I wait for this forever
But we always fall apart

You want to hold me closer
And secretly entice
You take the size of shadowed men
And punish me with kisses every night

This espionage is sweeter now
Now that we're alone
But I meet your eyes and then despise
All we call our own
I write my name in lipstick
On the mirror as I leave
To stay would be too dangerous
To break the make-believe

You want to hold me closer
And secretly entice
You take the size of shadowed men
And punish me with kisses every night

07   This Green City (04:34)

Someone's evil laugh shoots down my back
Shapeless and aging we start to run
Through the tangle of your broken words
This cheap impulse falls so dry

In the maze. I burn down
Turn... you turn my skin around
Wishing my eyes could look down
Wishing my eyes could look down
Down on me...

Stairs fall like jewels as we near the door
You fold through my neck and arms like crystal
So black, so black with charm and breath
We turn to face the dying sun...

This green city rains down on me
This green city rains down

08   Orgy (03:19)

A disease is under my fingernails
It stains me like a tattoo

Back on the rack
Aching with time
Your face is familiar
From another crime

And we could swim
We could swim
My little fishes and me

Overgrown senses prickle and spark
The flesh is in the palm of my hand

Back on the rack
Love under will
Your face is familiar
From another kill

A tongue explodes into my mouth
A taste of coma and tears

Back on the rack
My shape of rage
Your face is familiar
From another cage

And we could swim
We could swim
My little fishes and me

09   Perfect Murder (04:28)

Move inside my daydream
Like fingers in a glove
Twisting round and round and round
Round and round and round with love
The meeker sleeker circle girls dressed in docile white
Spinning on a hill they follow the dracula kite
The first idea flew thin and uninvited from the sky
I reached out my hands and held the knife of ice

Very thin red water flowed underneath my skin
I turned their eyes blue children
The perfect murder
Wait until the darkest coldest summer nights
That's when it starts
But if you blink you'll miss the fun
You'll lose their pretty hearts

10   Relax (06:03)

Instrumental

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