The Pains of Being Pure At Heart, The Pains of Being Pure At Heart – Has it been two months already? Well, there is no excuse. Especially since I’ve had at least 5 posts sitting in my queue with at least 5 more albums to review. What can I say? Life has been..life. But I still do care. And I’m still listening to music (and seeing shows – thank you Bimbo’s). And now summer is upon me with my myriad periods of vacating. Thus, I better put SOMETHING on this blog or all may be lost. So here, a remnant from the not so distant past. Complete with the header sentence and I had pretyped.
You should get an award for just typing the name of the band and the album. Remember the Cure? Yeah, we ALL do. And yet TPOBPAH try to slip one on us here in the first decade of the new millenium. Admittedly, some of us were fooled, especially since so many artists are gently stealing from the late ’80s/early 90s and repurposing as “the future” (Kanye, please, the robotic singing, skinny jeans, and flat top hair style is not genius. You can find most of these elements in a good Cosby Show episode. I recommend the seasons with Lisa Bonet). But their sound is consise enough to find little room for mistake for futuristic progression. Rather, it delves into a bit of mimcry that is tough for me to digest.Enjoyable? Mostly. Pushing any new boundaries? Hardly. I guess that’s why it’s so painful to be this pure.