Wish

It is now Wish. Everything that Cure produced even today culminated in that disc of fifteen year-old (the fifteenth disc counting every). Bob beginner, is impassioned than never. It is the love. And with it unrepressed the most intimate desires: Wish. The Three Imaginary Boys' shaded, the Seventeen Seconds's introspection, the Faith's intensity, the Pornography's out of orbit insanity, the lucidity very tempered that has benn proceeded, the ironic dancing, the disintegrating courage. Wish, once again, contains all those aspects at the same time.
All the people want love. Wish is the accomplishment of that desire. Robert Smith depression is charmed. Mary, the eternal girlfriend, operated a miracle in the heart and in the head of the former-prince of the darkness. The radical vegetarian that one day dropped in the hands of Banshees, opened up for all the influences of the world without doing concessions. And, who one day already loved so much Clash to the point of scraping the head and David Bowie's Low to the point of to change a whole disc, now loves Ride, Curve, Levitation, Nirvana, God Machine.
The Cure members now play of geniuses of the bottle and they accomplish all the desires: Wish. A lot of guitars during the whole time. It opens the scene "Open", a night trip in which everything that he wanted was to sleep, and it closes the scene with "End", gloomy and sound intensity that asks "Please stop loving me", it speaks about the... end.
Among the songs, the optimism reigns on "High""Doing The Unstuck". Melancholic, but romantic, Cure cries on "Apart", sobs on "Wendy Time", bleeds on "Trust" and desperate on "To Wish Impossible Things". But Robert Smith, the dreamer, loves too much, he lives a love case on "A Letter To Elise", he contaminates on "Cut", and impassions on "Friday I'm In Love". For who didn't know, Cure loves Fridays. Irresistible.
All the people love Cure. And Wish is love.
(Alexandre Ktenas - May/92)