{"id":10536,"date":"2021-01-02T09:01:01","date_gmt":"2021-01-02T15:01:01","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/?p=10536"},"modified":"2021-01-02T09:01:04","modified_gmt":"2021-01-02T15:01:04","slug":"the-art-of-disintegration-album-review-for-the-cure-pt-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/2021\/01\/02\/the-art-of-disintegration-album-review-for-the-cure-pt-3\/","title":{"rendered":"The Art of Disintegration &#8211; Album Review for the Cure (pt. 3)"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>Welcome to part three of my <em>Disintegration<\/em> analysis! In this post, I will be reviewing the final four songs of the album. I have enjoyed this journey thus far, as I revere the Cure as an insanely talented and groundbreaking band. Sit back, relax, and enjoy!<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<h3>Track Nine: &#8220;The Same Deep Water as You&#8221;<\/h3>\n<p><em>Duration: 9:19<\/em><\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"The Same Deep Water as You\" width=\"840\" height=\"630\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/ZzYmIOSVPwo?feature=oembed\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<h4>Initial Thoughts<\/h4>\n<p>&#8230;one of\u00a0<em>Disintegration<\/em>&#8216;s masterpieces. The melancholy contained in this piece paints Morrissey\u2014of the Smiths\u2014as an oblivious, happy-go-lucky guy. Although I can not deny the infectious drone of Morrissey&#8217;s voice\u2014which is perfectly suited for melancholic songs about loneliness and despair\u2014&#8221;The Same Deep Water as You&#8221; has a mature air of dreariness that is utterly incomparable. The song begins with the sound of falling rain, a crack of thunder preceding the eerie musical intro; the hypnotic light drums and somber strings luring listeners. And when the mysterious, entrancing synth adds a subtle but extravagant flair, Robert Smith&#8217;s voice joins in. The captivating vocals slip into the saturated setting with ease, and the overall effect is flavorful, dynamic. &#8220;The Same Deep Water as You&#8221; wraps listeners in an assuaging fog of sorrow, the vaporous guitars surprisingly groovy and the many textures rich in feeling and meditative thought.\u00a0<\/p>\n<h4>Lyrics<\/h4>\n<blockquote>\n<p>&#8220;The Same Deep Water as You&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Kiss me goodbye<br \/>Pushing out before I sleep<br \/>Can\u2019t you see I try<br \/>Swimming the same deep water as you is hard<br \/>&#8216;The shallow drowned lose less than we&#8217;<br \/>You breathe<br \/>The strangest twist upon your lips<br \/>&#8216;And we shall be together\u2026 &#8216;<\/p>\n<p>&#8216;Kiss me goodbye<br \/>Bow your head and join with me&#8217;<br \/>And face pushed deep<br \/>Reflections meet<br \/>The strangest twist upon your lips<br \/>And disappear<br \/>The ripples clear<br \/>And laughing<br \/>Break against your feet<br \/>And laughing<br \/>Break the mirror sweet<br \/>&#8216;So we shall be together\u2026 &#8216;<\/p>\n<p>&#8216;Kiss me goodbye&#8217;<br \/>Pushing out before I sleep<br \/>It\u2019s lower now and slower now<br \/>The strangest twist upon your lips<br \/>But I don\u2019t see<br \/>And I don\u2019t feel<br \/>But tightly hold up silently<br \/>My hands before my fading eyes<br \/>And in my eyes<br \/>Your smile<br \/>The very last thing before I go\u2026<\/p>\n<p>I will kiss you I will kiss you<br \/>I will kiss you forever on nights like this<br \/>I will kiss you I will kiss you<br \/>And we shall be together\u2026&#8221;<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p>Firstly, I would like to express my admiration for Robert Smith&#8217;s fantastic lyrics! Each song is a snippet of a journey\u2014a moment\u2014that is entrancing; the music ends, and you feel awoken from a strange dream that almost belongs to you. &#8220;The Same Deep Water as You&#8221; transports me, personally, to an ocean in the night. The water chills me to the bone, and everything lies deceiving still, filled with potential energy\u2014disaster gathering its breath, preparing to strike. To conclude my contented poetry-obsessed heart, there is not a Cure song that fails to take me somewhere. Listening to this track, I almost want to shiver and pull a jacket tightly around me.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>My interpretation of this piece exists in the following: It is dark, quiet, and chilly, and the narrator is with someone who wades too far into a body of water with substantial depth; the narrator has no choice but to chase after the person, out into the frightening depths of the freezing water. Now, this stands as my literal interpretation. As for a more figurative explanation, the narrator&#8217;s muse is pulling the narrator into something fearful and weighty. Although the narrator struggles to join their muse, they succumb by the end of the song.<\/p>\n<p>Perhaps my literal and figurative interpretations can be applied simultaneously. Perhaps the narrator is pondering on the aforementioned dilemma while swimming with their muse. Below I have provided my reasons why:<\/p>\n<ul style=\"list-style-type: circle;\">\n<li>In the first stanza, the narrator is at war with what the speaker wants, but the speaker is persistent and a bit daring.\n<ul style=\"list-style-type: circle;\">\n<li><em>&#8220;&#8230;Can\u2019t you see I try<\/em><br \/><em>Swimming the same deep water as you is hard<\/em><br \/><em>&#8216;The shallow drowned lose less than we&#8217;<\/em><br \/><em>You breathe<\/em><br \/><em>The strangest twist upon your lips<\/em><br \/><em>&#8216;And we shall be together\u2026 &#8216;&#8221;<\/em><\/li>\n<li>In the second stanza, I see the narrator diving into the black water after their muse. I am unsure about the use of &#8220;reflections&#8221;, but perhaps the narrator sees their muse&#8217;s face staring up at them\u2014the narrator&#8217;s reflection of the surface colliding with this sight. But then the muse is gone, the water still\u2014beckoning the narrator to &#8220;break the mirror&#8221; or disrupt the reflecting stillness of the water to join them.\n<ul style=\"list-style-type: circle;\">\n<li><em>&#8220;&#8230;Reflections meet<\/em><br \/><em>The strangest twist upon your lips<\/em><br \/><em>And disappear<\/em><br \/><em>The ripples clear&#8230;<\/em><br \/><em>&#8230;And laughing<\/em><br \/><em>Break the mirror sweet<\/em><br \/><em>&#8216;So we shall be together\u2026 &#8216;&#8221;<\/em><\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<\/li>\n<li>The third stanza is my absolute favorite. It realizes the narrator&#8217;s surrender to the water and the person persuading their descent. Robert Smith conveys this effortlessly\u2014his voice at its most dramatic pitch in the song, his words seeming lost as he repeats, &#8220;the very last thing before I go.&#8221; In this one stanza, his fear gives way to something hazy and illogical.\n<ul style=\"list-style-type: circle;\">\n<li>\n<p><em>&#8220;&#8230;It\u2019s lower now and slower now<\/em><br \/><em>The strangest twist upon your lips<\/em><br \/><em>But I don\u2019t see<\/em><br \/><em>And I don\u2019t feel<\/em><br \/><em>But tightly hold up silently<\/em><br \/><em>My hands before my fading eyes<\/em><br \/><em>And in my eyes<\/em><br \/><em>Your smile<\/em><br \/><em>The very last thing before I go\u2026&#8221;<\/em><\/p>\n<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<p>To conclude my analysis, perhaps &#8220;The Same Deep Water as You&#8221; follows two people swimming beneath the stars in the black abyss of the ocean. Perhaps it follows someone&#8217;s surrender to something toxic they would rather avoid. Perhaps the narrator is talking to themselves or some<em>thing<\/em>. But who knows?\u00a0<\/p>\n<h4>Overall<\/h4>\n<p>Writing this analysis, I have significantly more appreciation for this track. Following the falling rain that introduces this song, methodical but urgent drums are followed by a dreary bass and eerie synth. Periodical cracks of thunder pierce the ensemble of gloom, and Smith&#8217;s vocals\u2014although a piece of this puzzle of sound\u2014provides a plot. Overall, the guitars are rich and flavorful, the bass and tinny drums rhythmic as they are daunting, the synths perfectly matching Smith&#8217;s tortured voice. I feel cold and disturbed but assured by the delicious melancholy of this piece. And I love Robert Smith&#8217;s lyrics and the way his voice brings them into existence: he is not simply reciting them in a singing voice; he is living and breathing them. And the guitars! &#8220;The Same Deep Water as You&#8221; is a hidden gem deserving of occasional infatuation and excessive blog rambling.<\/p>\n<h3>Track Ten: &#8220;Disintegration&#8221;<\/h3>\n<p><em>Duration: 8:18<\/em><\/p>\n<h4>Initial Thoughts<\/h4>\n<p>Of guilt, apathy, and painful imperfection, &#8220;Disintegration&#8221; earns its name. The song begins with shattering glass, a bass with a sorrowful drone, and quick and heavy drums reminiscent of &#8220;One Hundred Years&#8221;, a Cure song from 1982. The repetition of the rhythm is purposeful, allowing listeners to slip into the churning blend of meditative guitars and drums and various, random bits of texture. For nearly two minutes, Robert Smith does not utter a word. But when he begins to sing, the lyrics flow in an almost cathartic way. The instrumental background established earlier perfectly highlights Robert&#8217;s dramatically changing pitch\u2014the lyrics carry substantial weight and are given the spotlight they deserve. This song removes listeners from the wary, trepid voice of &#8220;The Same deep Water as You&#8221; to examine the despairing, guilty conscious of &#8220;Disintegration&#8221;&#8216;s narrator. This piece clarifies the Cure&#8217;s ingenuity: although it is not my favorite track from the album, the shattering glass, Smith&#8217;s narrative voice, and the ensemble of instruments perfectly capture anguish and the process of disintegrating against one&#8217;s will.<\/p>\n<h4>Lyrics<\/h4>\n<blockquote>\n<p>&#8220;Disintegration&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Oh I miss the kiss of treachery<br \/>The shameless kiss of vanity<br \/>The soft and the black and the velvety<br \/>Up tight against the side of me<br \/>And mouth and eyes and heart all bleed<br \/>And run in thickening streams of greed<br \/>As bit by bit it starts the need<br \/>To just let go<br \/>My party piece<\/p>\n<p>Oh I miss the kiss of treachery<br \/>The aching kiss before I feed<br \/>The stench of a love for a younger meat<br \/>And the sound that it makes<br \/>When it cuts in deep<br \/>The holding up on bended knees<br \/>The addiction of duplicities<br \/>As bit by bit it starts the need<br \/>To just let go<br \/>My party piece<\/p>\n<p>But I never said I would stay to the end<br \/>So I leave you with babies and hoping for frequency<br \/>Screaming like this in the hope of the secrecy<br \/>Screaming me over and over and over<br \/>I leave you with photographs<br \/>Pictures of trickery<br \/>Stains on the carpet and<br \/>Stains on the scenery<br \/>Songs about happiness murmured in dreams<br \/>When we both us knew<br \/>How the ending would be\u2026<\/p>\n<p>So it\u2019s all come back round to breaking apart again<br \/>Breaking apart like I\u2019m made up of glass again<br \/>Making it up behind my back again<br \/>Holding my breath for the fear of sleep again<br \/>Holding it up behind my head again<br \/>Cut in deep to the heart of the bone again<br \/>Round and round and round<br \/>And it\u2019s coming apart again<br \/>Over and over and over<\/p>\n<p>Now that I know that I\u2019m breaking to pieces<br \/>I\u2019ll pull out my heart<br \/>And I\u2019ll feed it to anyone<br \/>Crying for sympathy<br \/>Crocodiles cry for the love of the crowd<br \/>And the three cheers from everyone<br \/>Dropping through sky<br \/>Through the glass of the roof<br \/>Through the roof of your mouth<br \/>Through the mouth of your eye<br \/>Through the eye of the needle<br \/>It\u2019s easier for me to get closer to heaven<br \/>Than ever feel whole again<\/p>\n<p>I never said I would stay to the end<br \/>I knew I would leave you with babies and everything<br \/>Screaming like this in the hole of sincerity<br \/>Screaming me over and over and over<br \/>I leave you with photographs<br \/>Pictures of trickery<br \/>Stains on the carpet and<br \/>Stains on the memory<br \/>Songs about happiness murmured in dreams<br \/>When we both of us knew<br \/>How the end always is<\/p>\n<p>How the end always is\u2026&#8221;<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p>Wow, that is a lot to unpack&#8230;After inspecting the lyrics\u2014which are almost written as a stream of consciousness\u2014Robert Smith&#8217;s singing style in &#8220;Disintegration&#8221; makes perfect sense. The words rush from Smith like a painful river of truth, but he ends his confession of a song on a relieved note. &#8220;Disintegration&#8221; deserves its name for its cathartic delivery; it embodies the album and summarizes the various themes in each track. Reality is confronting the narrator with everything it has, leaving nothing unnoticed or unfelt. I revere this track for the band&#8217;s immaculate portrayal of the act of, well, disintegration. Personally, I imagine the narrator trapped within an intangible whirlwind of all their fear and guilt. I imagine the narrator either engaged in an argument or alone in the dark or surrounded by tons of people oblivious to their suffering. Listeners have a crystal clear glimpse into this narrator&#8217;s perspective. From the overall sound and Smith&#8217;s lyrics, I feel trapped in a bleak reality I have created and can not seem to escape. I feel my lungs constrict and my head spin. Lights are blinding and streak across my vision, and I feel myself dissociating. Of course, this is all imagined\u2014often, I listen to &#8220;Disintegration&#8221; while humming and thinking about my lunch\u2014but I love how effective the Cure is at conveying moments!\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Robert Smith&#8217;s voice, in the beginning, is as quiet and dreary as lilting bass. He seems to choose his words carefully despite beginning to break down his resistance. Then, as synth begins to accompany the musical ensemble, the flow of Smith&#8217;s words becomes more rapid and free. He retires his composed singing featured in the track before: &#8220;The Same Deep Water as You&#8221;. He surrenders a perfect pitch to adopt one of release and admittance, his voice almost breaking as if in an argument. And after the most impactful stanza, Smith repeats &#8220;how the end always is&#8221; until the instruments have a dramatic, resonating finale and the glass is swept up. Smith&#8217;s voice is drained but not defeated.<\/p>\n<h5>A Few of My Favorite Lyrics:<\/h5>\n<ul style=\"list-style-type: circle;\">\n<li>&#8220;And mouth and eyes and heart all bleed<br \/>And run in thickening streams of greed&#8221;<\/li>\n<li>&#8220;So it\u2019s all come back round to breaking apart again<br \/>Breaking apart like I\u2019m made up of glass again<br \/>Making it up behind my back again<br \/>Holding my breath for the fear of sleep again&#8221;<\/li>\n<li>&#8220;Now that I know that I\u2019m breaking to pieces<br \/>I\u2019ll pull out my heart<br \/>And I\u2019ll feed it to anyone<br \/>Crying for sympathy<br \/>Crocodiles cry for the love of the crowd<br \/>And the three cheers from everyone<br \/>Dropping through sky&#8221;\n<ul style=\"list-style-type: circle;\">\n<li>Hm&#8230;&#8221;Crocodiles cry for the love of the crowd&#8221;? I love this! How intriguing&#8230;<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<\/li>\n<\/ul>\n<h4>Overall<\/h4>\n<p>Wow. I am definitely impressed. Once again, the Cure does not disappoint. I absolutely love the glass sound effects, whining guitar, synth (for dramatic emphasis), and the overall ability of this song to transport me to a foreign yet somehow familiar moment in time. Smith&#8217;s lyrics are brilliant, and the way he relays them is so emotional and effective. &#8220;Disintegration&#8221; is one of the most sincere songs I have ever encountered. This track benefits from high volumes&#8230;feel free to blast it while dancing at your desk at midnight while eating a bagel or crying on your cold, crumb-speckled floor.<\/p>\n<h3>Track Eleven: &#8220;Homesick&#8221;<\/h3>\n<p><em>Duration: 7:06.<\/em><\/p>\n<h4>Initial Thoughts\u00a0<\/h4>\n<p>In all honesty, I do not love this track. I personally feel that &#8220;Homesick&#8221; is one of the weakest songs on\u00a0<em>Disintegration.\u00a0<\/em>However, the album hugely benefits from its presence, as it is the beginning of the end. It carries the same themes of &#8220;Disintegration&#8221; but with much more clarity, and it sets up the mood for the final track on the album. &#8220;Homesick&#8221;: emotionally drained, contemplative, but also in denial. It refuses to refute its wrongs or face reality; it is one last pinch of turpitude. After reflecting upon the songs overall sound, it begins quite assured in its melancholy. I may not treasure the song itself, but I definitely respect and appreciate. The layering is impeccable: the sincere piano meets the carefully plucked guitar and riveting drums and the sorrow violin\u2014viola?\u2014and then a more electric-sounding guitar. And finally, after some bass and a three minute intro, Smith begins to sing. The piano is jazzy, the guitars slightly &#8220;rockish&#8221;&#8230;exquisite overall sound and energy.<\/p>\n<h4>Lyrics<\/h4>\n<blockquote>\n<p>&#8220;Homesick&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Hey hey!<br \/>Just one more and I\u2019ll walk away<br \/>All the everything you win<br \/>Turns to nothing today<br \/>And I forget how to move<br \/>When my mouth is this dry<br \/>And my eyes are bursting hearts<br \/>In a blood-stained sky<br \/>Oh it was sweet<br \/>It was wild<br \/>And oh how we\u2026<br \/>I trembled<br \/>Stuck in honey<br \/>Honey<br \/>Cling to me\u2026<br \/>So just one more<br \/>Just one more go<br \/>Inspire in me the desire in me<br \/>To never go home<\/p>\n<p>Oh just one more<br \/>And I\u2019ll walk away<br \/>All the everything you win<br \/>Turns to nothing today<br \/>So just one more<br \/>Just one more go<br \/>Inspire in me the desire in me<br \/>To never go home&#8221;<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p>I am interested in the perspective Robert Smith wrote &#8220;Homesick&#8221; from. Despite the title, one line reads, &#8220;Inspire in me the desire to never go home.&#8221; First of all, I have never heard of anyone desiring to avoid one&#8217;s home&#8230;one usually desires to return home. Likewise, to state the obvious, why title this piece &#8220;Homesick&#8221;? Do the title and lyrics go hand-in-hand? Was the title a guilty afterthought? Why is the overall sound somber if the song is about wanting to never return home? Is there a touch of sarcasm, irony, or purposeful contradiction anywhere? &#8220;Homesick&#8221; is definitely a head-scratcher, but I feel that is what Robert Smith has intended.<\/p>\n<p>Although the lyrics are brief and inspire me as much as &#8220;Last Dance&#8221;\u2014a previous song on <em>D<\/em><em>isintegration\u2014<\/em>I do absolutely adore the line, &#8220;my eyes are bursting hearts in a blood-stained sky.&#8221; Ugh! So beautiful, am I right? I also love, &#8220;All the everything you win turns to nothing today.&#8221; Overall, this is a powerful, moving track that is delicious to my ears, but I have a difficult time personalizing the song&#8217;s meaning. What do you think? The light lyrics do not match the regretful sound and the title, and I believe this to be purposeful&#8230;how clever!\u00a0<\/p>\n<h4>Overall<\/h4>\n<p>Sorry, Cure, but I doubt I have ever sought out &#8220;Homesick&#8221;&#8230;this is the most I have listened to the song on its own. Although &#8220;Homesick&#8221; does not possess the grand, bone-shattering glory of &#8220;Plainsong&#8221; nor the infectious &#8220;hit recipe&#8221; of &#8220;Pictures of You&#8221; and &#8220;Lovesong&#8221;, the album simply would not be the same without it. The track exists as a perfect segue from &#8220;Disintegration&#8221; into the final track of the album. It is also one of slowest, more methodical songs on the album. And it has a unique sound! I absolutely love the singing guitar in the beginning and then the addition of a more whiny guitar. And then&#8230;a smooth base line. &#8220;Homesick&#8221; is a musical dish of lasagna, consisting of layers upon layers. And how can I possibly criticize the raining melody of strings and intriguing drums and the most jazzy piano on the entire album. And Smith&#8217;s languid voice ties everything together like a bow on a present.\u00a0<\/p>\n<h3>Track Twelve: Untitled\u00a0<\/h3>\n<p><em>Duration: 6:30.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"Untitled\" width=\"840\" height=\"630\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/L2IC6kaV8-M?feature=oembed\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<h4>Initial Impressions<\/h4>\n<p>When I first listened to &#8220;Untitled&#8221;, I was unsure about the wheezy accordion(?)-filled first few seconds. But oh my goodness! This has got to be one of the best Cure songs, in my opinion. Why? The sound is air-tight in its stability and precision. &#8220;Untitled&#8221; is an impeccable end to\u00a0<em>Disintegration. <\/em>The lyrics are absolutely stellar; Robert Smith&#8217;s voice reads so clearly and with appreciable sincerity. I absolutely love the confident drums matched perfectly with the churning bass, and I adore the singing guitar\u2014it is more rich and tender than filet mignon! And I would have to say the same for Smith&#8217;s vocals. Also, before I summarize my impression, you got to love those cymbal crescendos, eh? Overall, this track has such a relaxing, light sound&#8230;the most fitting end to a masterpiece such as\u00a0<em>Disintegration!<\/em><\/p>\n<h4>Lyrics<\/h4>\n<blockquote>\n<p>&#8220;Hopelessly drift<br \/>In the eyes of the ghost again<br \/>Down on my knees<br \/>And my hands in the air again<br \/>Pushing my face in the memory of you again<br \/>But I never know if it\u2019s real<br \/>Never know how I wanted to feel<br \/>Never quite said what I wanted to say to you<br \/>Never quite managed the words to explain to you<br \/>Never quite knew how to make them believable<br \/>And now the time has gone<br \/>Another time undone<br \/>Hopelessly fighting the devil<br \/>Futility<br \/>Feeling the monster<br \/>Climb deeper inside of me<br \/>Feeling him gnawing my heart away<br \/>Hungrily<br \/>I\u2019ll never lose this pain<br \/>Never dream of you again&#8221;<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p>Surprise! The lyrics do not match the light beat\u00a0<em>at all.<\/em> The Cure has mastered the art of contradiction to better the experience and\/or meaning of a song. With &#8220;Untitled&#8221;, the rhythms are refreshing and sweet, but the lyrics sting. In my opinion, these lyrics are some of Robert Smith&#8217;s best work. All I can say is&#8230;ow.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Hopelessly drift in the eyes of the ghost again; down on my knees, and my hands in the air again&#8221;&#8230;what an evocative entrance. This paints such a picture of bleak surrender and sorrow. Now, I could dissect this song in such a way line by line, but I will paraphrase for your sanity, hah! Smith goes on to say, &#8220;Pushing my face in the memory of you again.&#8221; Who is &#8220;you&#8221;? Anyway, he continues by admitting he has no idea what is real or how to feel. He feels as if he never said everything he hoped to. He realizes the time, the moment, has gone. He uses the word &#8220;hopelessly&#8221; again when describing a battle against futility, which he describes as being a devilish monster. The song ends as follows: &#8220;Feeling the monster climb deeper inside of me, feeling him gnawing my heart away, hungrily; I&#8217;ll never lose this pain, never dream of you again.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p><br \/>Quite somber, am I right? Yes, the lyrics are quite the contrast to the relatively upbeat sound!<\/p>\n<p>I absolutely love how Robert Smith ends\u00a0<em>Disintegration\u00a0<\/em>with these exact lyrics. It is no triumphant affair, nothing close to bombastic. His words are bleeding sincerity. And in a way, &#8220;Untitled&#8221; summarizes his whole attitude towards the album. The encompassing theme of\u00a0<em>Disintegration<\/em> is futility and the battle against it. Is the album enough? Is Smith relaying everything inside of him, everything he intended to share? Does his career as an artist live up to his expectations? The whole inspiration behind\u00a0<em>Disintegration<\/em> is Robert Smith dreading his thirtieth birthday because he does not feel accomplished enough. So he ends the album with all grand, explosive sounds peeled back. &#8220;Untitled&#8221; is stripped of anything that would diminish its core meaning and feel. This is the painful, hopeless reality of\u00a0<em>Disintegration.<\/em><\/p>\n<h4>Overall:<\/h4>\n<p>The rich blend of guitars at the end never fail to give me chills, as they are quite sensational. And the accordion picks up once again, but its meaning has changed&#8230;I end up appreciating it a bit more, for I see someone in a dimly lit corner playing it solemnly. As for the contradicting lyrics and sound, Smith&#8217;s lyrics are despairing, but he is somewhat content with it all. He is almost telling listeners, &#8220;Look, it&#8217;s not perfect, but who cares? Reality sucks, and I&#8217;m just an English guy wearing lipstick with hair full of hairspray.&#8221; One can easily feel the pain behind Smith&#8217;s words<em>\u2014<\/em>to the point that the cheery sound tastes more bitter than sweet. Personally, I find this track immensely consoling. Often, we fail to express ourselves to the fullest; we constantly feel just shy of &#8220;enough&#8221; or right at it. But that&#8217;s okay.<\/p>\n<h2>After All of This, What Exactly is <em>Disintegration?<\/em><\/h2>\n<p>For me, Disintegration is separated into three main segments:<\/p>\n<ol>\n<li>&#8220;Plainsong&#8221;, &#8220;Pictures of You&#8221;, and &#8220;Closedown&#8221;:\n<ol>\n<li>The lyrics are all overwhelmed by time.<\/li>\n<li>These three all have an explosive, ethereal sound.<\/li>\n<li>All are a bit comfortable; these are the most stable songs on the album.<\/li>\n<\/ol>\n<\/li>\n<li>&#8220;Lovesong&#8221;, &#8220;Last Dance&#8221;, &#8220;Lullaby&#8221;, &#8220;Fascination Street&#8221;, and &#8220;Prayers for Rain&#8221;:\n<ol>\n<li>Although of various themes, moods, and meanings, these five characterize the album&#8217;s middle.<\/li>\n<li>All of these songs are of a unique sound, purpose, and plot.<\/li>\n<li>These songs share a similar tone, even if subtle.<\/li>\n<\/ol>\n<\/li>\n<li>&#8220;The Same Deep Water as You&#8221;, &#8220;Disintegration&#8221;, &#8220;Homesick&#8221;, &#8220;Untitled&#8221;:\n<ol>\n<li>Robert Smith&#8217;s lyrics become more convoluted and regretful and defenseless; his perspective almost does a 180<span class=\"nounderlines\">\u00b0&#8230;these four songs feel so separate from segment one (how does &#8220;Pictures of You&#8221; belong to the same album as &#8220;Disintegration&#8221;?)<\/span><\/li>\n<\/ol>\n<\/li>\n<\/ol>\n<p>Overall, I love\u00a0<em>Disintegration\u00a0<\/em>with all of my heart. Although released in 1989, the album continues to have its hits blasted on accepting radio stations. Personally, every time I hear &#8220;Pictures of You&#8221; play on the radio, my heart almost bursts. The Cure has numerous albums that are absolutely stellar<em>\u2014<\/em>such as the fun-filled, addictive\u00a0<em>Kiss Me, Kiss Me, Kiss Me\u00a0<\/em>(1987) and the ghastly, quiet pondering of <em>Faith (<\/em>1981). But with\u00a0<em>Disintegration,\u00a0<\/em>Robert Smith created one of the most &#8220;together&#8221; albums of all time. Despite its overall air of melancholy, it possesses songs for various moments in time, numerous emotions. No singular song diminishes the quality of the album. It is sincere, purposeful, and as original as any other Cure album. And the journey it contains is indescribable: while listening, I found myself standing on a windy cliff overlooking a dark ocean, dancing in a ballroom in the middle of winter, shivering in bed in confining darkness, swimming at night in a frighteningly deep body of water, in the middle of a dizzying breakdown, and in a lonely but comfortable corner. From the grand expanse of &#8220;Plainsong&#8221; to the small, pained content of &#8220;Untitled&#8221;,\u00a0<em>Disintegration<\/em> holds so much.\u00a0Often, I like to wrap myself in its songs like warm blankets in the wintertime.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>I know the band will never see this, but I am eternally grateful for the Cure and albums such as\u00a0<em>Disintegration.\u00a0<\/em>Thank you.<\/p>\n<p>\u00a0<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Welcome to part three of my Disintegration analysis! In this post, I will be reviewing the final four songs of the album. I have enjoyed this journey thus far, as I revere the Cure as an insanely talented and groundbreaking band. Sit back, relax, and enjoy! Track Nine: &#8220;The Same Deep Water as You&#8221; Duration: &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/2021\/01\/02\/the-art-of-disintegration-album-review-for-the-cure-pt-3\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;The Art of Disintegration &#8211; Album Review for the Cure (pt. 3)&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":44,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10536"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/44"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=10536"}],"version-history":[{"count":14,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10536\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10963,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10536\/revisions\/10963"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10536"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10536"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10536"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}