The Cure’s Self-Titled Album was released in 2004,It wasn’t my favorite, but it felt right.

As the clock struck midnight and marking the first moments of 2024, I found myself immersed in the haunting melodies of the album that released in 2004. 

What better way to welcome the new year than listen to the music of a beloved band? It felt delightfully fitting and perhaps a touch of nostalgia to kick off the year with this cheeky little number.

The Cure’s Self-Titled Album

This album arrived at a pivotal moment for band. By the early 2000s, their sound had begun to feel stagnant like the stale air of a long-sealed crypt.

Enter Ross Robinson, a producer known for his work with bands like Korn, Limp Bizkit, and Slipknot. At first glance, the pairing seemed as risky as holding a séance in a thunderstorm.

Yet, against all odds, it worked. Ross Robinson, a self-professed fan of the band, understood the delicate balance between honoring their legacy and pushing their sound into uncharted territory.

The result? A record that feels heavier and more visceral than anything they had released in decades.

The opening track, “Lost”, sets the tone with Robert Smith’s anguished refrain: “I can’t find myself.” His voice, more despairing than ever, feels like it’s been torn from the depths of a tormented soul.

The music, infused with a subtle hint of nu-metal, amplifies the sense of suffocation and hopelessness. It’s as if the band has channeled the weight of a crumbling cathedral into sound.

This album is undeniably guitar-driven, sometimes I think about the lush keyboard textures that defined earlier works like Disintegration (1989), But It’s a long time ago…

Simon Gallup’s dynamic basslines and Jason Cooper’s thunderous drums provide a solid foundation, Roger O’Donnell’s keyboards take a backseat—a decision that might leave some fans longing for the atmospheric magic of past records. 

Robert Smith’s vocals still shine. His voice cutting through the mix like a crow against a moonlit sky.

Right Time

This album is a curious beast. It’s not quite nu-metal, but it borrows enough of its elements to feel fresh and daring.

This record that demands attention, even if it doesn’t quite reach the heights of their gothic masterpieces like Pornography (1982) or Disintegration. For longtime fans, it’s a fascinating chapter in the band’s evolution—a bold experiment that pays off more often than not.

As I reflect on this listening experience, I’m struck by how they continues to reinvent themselves while staying true to their essence.

This album may not be for everyone, especially those who fell in love with the band during their Wish (1992) era. But for those who appreciate their darker, heavier side, it’s a rewarding listen—like sipping a glass of blood-red wine in a candlelit room.

And so, as the first day of 2024 unfolds, I find myself grateful for the enduring magic of The band

Enjoyed it. It’s not their best. But it’s honest. Heavy. A good start to the year. Now, tea awaits. And maybe another listen.

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The Cure (Album) 2004