I've never been one of those people who was crazy about The Cure. Whilst they have some decent albums and great songs, for the most part, their output has been pretty hit and miss for me overall.
Of their albums, the ones that have stood out the most for me are 'Faith', 'Disintegration' and of course, this one. Innuendos aside, 'Pornography' ticks all the right boxes for me: the relentlessly brooding atmosphere, moody synths, icy guitars and thunderous programmed beats all combine to create a beautifully dark album which The Cure have never ever come close to matching again. Every time I play this album, I am utterly overwhelmed by the sheer force of lead track One Hundred Years' textural guitar chords, carrying the terrible weight of crashing waves, or perhaps the gravity at the centre of a black hole. It really draws me into the album, and the dark journey to follow.
I recall a particularly dark phase in my life where this album spoke to me, resonating with how I felt. It played a big part in helping me cope with the chaos I was suddenly surrounded by. It has stayed with me ever since, even though that storm has long passed.
'Pornography' then is a testament to the affecting power of music, and how it can be there for you when nobody else is, and in a way that no other person ever could be. My story had a happy ending, but I don't know where I would've been in those days if it wasn't for this album.
The Cure : One Hundred Years
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