I was just plowing through Chris Ott's wonderfully rich and exhaustive retrospective on the career of The Cure over at One Week // One Band.
In it he calls Wild Mood Swings “the worst album to carry the Cure’s name by a large margin.” You know, he may be right. I’m admittedly not a Cure aficionado. They were always a band I just sort of liked. That being said, Wild Mood Swings is one of the only Cure albums I actually own a physical copy of, and I tell ya what, despite the fact that there is some terrible shit on it, there are a few songs I really love on that record. It’s probably because I was 16 when it came out and was likely bumming out on whatever awful girl I was obsessed with at the time, but a few of the slow burners on that record (Want, This Is a Lie, Jupiter Crash) still hit me pretty hard to this day.
I guess my point is, nostalgia is a hell of a drug, and The Cure’s worst record is still pretty good