The Cure are not my favourite band, though they surely are up there, but this is hands-down my favourite album of all time. Why? As a young adult in the post-CD age of downloading tracks, this opus struck me over the head and left me wading in melancholy, ecstasy, humility, delight. I heard this album for the first time leaving my apartment in Montreal to go to a cafe and study, grabbed the first CD of my roommate's sitting on the counter. I remember that day so clearly: I was totally hungover and foggy-headed, and it was one of those magical late-March gloomy, rainy, drizzly Montreal Saturday afternoons on rue Laurier. From about a minute into 'Plainsong' I was rapt: "Sometimes you make me feel like I'm living at the edge of the world/Like I'm living at the edge of the world.' I spent the rest of the day stumbling around the city in my Converse sneakers finding some hazy lucidity in my stupour, incredulous to discover that Plainsong merely introduced an hour of equally jarring material.
Robert Smith has said he made _Disintegration_ to express his sense of growing, well, disintegration- losing the purity of adolesence and sense of stable self which all of us can relate to. But ironically, listening to this album is the perfect Cure to such existential woes. All of a sudden, all of your breakups, gloomy depression, and unfulfilled desires are like stars in Smith's shattering-glass, reverberating, lugubrious dreamworld where people fall to their knees in prayer for rain, fall in love in deep murky waters, and dance with spidermen on candy-stripe legs. Luscious and life-changing.