Disintegration is one of the Cure’s deepest darkest remedies. The musical equivalent to chemotherapy, this album is a nest that houses and systematically unleashes its creepy crawlers that move across your body in a beautifully sick lullaby.
“and i feel like i’m being eaten by a thousand
million shivering furry holes and i know that in
the morning i will wake up in the shivering cold
and the spiderman is always hungry…”
The Cure was one of the few dark and brooding 80s bands out of England which actually broke thru to the mainstream enough to fill large arena style venues, so when they descended on Chicago’s Poplar Creek like vampires in the mid 80s of course I was right there in the front row choking on dry ice, and the $35 price per ticket, which at the time was a blood letting.
For me though, this band and the album will always be associated with rhythmic dance underground somewhere near the corner of Clark and Addison down on Fascination Street.