The Cure

"You've got what I want," Robert Smith sings through fat, strangling-vine guitars in "The Real
Snow White," his wan chirp finally collapsing in a long, falling yowl. It is classic,
inconsolable Smith — with a twist. On the verge of 50 and leading a double-guitar
gnarly-glam version of the Cure, Smith sounds less like a lovesick prince in 4:13 Dream's
looping-riff viscera and swallow-you-whole echo, and more like the avenging mi... More >