This is about to be my most controversial blog post to date. That isn’t really saying much, because I avoid debates at all costs, but today I’m here to settle the biggest dispute of gloomy British alternative rock history. Which band reigns supreme in the world of mopey ‘80s post-punk: The Smiths or The Cure? Personally, I can see no reason for this controversy. The Smiths are the clear winners lyrically, musically, aesthetically, etc. The main arguments against the Smiths is that they’re funny and their frontman, Morrissey, is a jerk. Some are under the impression that being mind numbingly monochromatic and dreary like the Cure is necessary for a true angsty rock band. Because of this, they believe the wiseass remarks that are a trademark of the Smiths’ lyricism make them unable to achieve the properly depressed tone that is essential to the subgenre. Yes, these clever lyrics do embed humor throughout all their songs, but in no way does that keep you from thinking, wow, this guy is so miserable. They are just evidence of the unmatched lyrical talent of Morrissey. And when is being funny ever a bad thing? About Morrissey being a greedy jerk, okay, sure, he suffered from lead singer syndrome, but at least he’s a devout vegan. The fact of the matter is, the Cure is nothing special. Their songs are slow, witless, and nothing ever happens. In half the time it takes one Cure song to get out a few meaningless lines and redundant chords, a Smiths song sets the scene, cracks a joke, and wraps it all up with diverse and jangly guitar riffs.
Even though my stance has been made clear, I must say, melancholy and gloom are the first things that come to mind when I think of the Cure (that’s what they’re going for, so yes, I would consider that a compliment). That’s why I thought the coincidental connection to Song of Solomon was especially interesting. (This is where this post almost becomes relevant) The frontman of the Cure is named Robert Smith, same as the man that took “flight” on the day of Milkman’s birth after his work with the Seven days “[got] to be too much” (3, 158). To me, it made perfect sense. Robert Smith, from Song of Solomon, and his suicide serve as reminders of sadness and death whenever they are brought up throughout the novel. He is a ghost, one of them at least, that haunts the pages. Robert Smith of the Cure evokes similar feelings. We know names play an important role in the novel, and (even though this is totally a coincidence, because the Cure is irrelevant and wasn’t a thing yet when this novel was written) this is an example, to me at least, of the multiple layers behind names, the emotions they create, and the connections between them that can effectively convey a meaning. If you’ve gotten this far and realized the whole first paragraph was unnecessary, you’re right! But I’ll take any opportunity to express my cult-like adoration of the Smiths and bad-mouth the Cure ;)