I love it when the world seems tied together in a series of tangled knots.
About this time last year I started listening to the album Faith by the Cure. It’s now one of my favourite albums of all time.
I liked the Cure before, but I had always limited myself to the more poppy tracks, “Lovecats”, “Close to Me”, “Friday I’m in Love” etc. I liked these songs, but it was never clear to me why the Cure were counted as goth heroes alongside Bauhaus, Siouxsie & the Banshees, Joy Division and such like, as their sound was so different. I was too lazy to really ever look into it because I was never particularly blown away by these pop songs, generally coming across them at friends’ houses who would often put the Cure on for nostalgia’s sake, and with a rueful smile on their face. I guess you could say I listened to the Cure through the lens of other people’s nostalgia, and it never really had much to do with me.
Faith is something else. Why did no one ever tell me about Faith? Why do I continually come upon these holes in my knowledge? (though, I’m quite glad I do, because it always makes me realise that I will never get to the bottom of the barrel, even when I’m going backwards in time).
Faith is an unbelieveable album. Often described as being the 2nd in the Cure’s dark trilogy (beginning with Seventeen Seconds and ending with Pornography), the tracks on this album are about as far away as you can get from the flippant, skittish “Lovecats”. It’s depressing, it’s heavy on the bass, the cold, distant drums and lonely lyrics. My skin crawls (in a good way) from the first track to the last.
The album was released in 1981, the same year as Siouxsie & the Banshees’ Juju, and the genre of goth was in full flight. The album came out of a period of confusion, heavy drug use and general nihilism for the band, and would come as a surprise for any one raised on a diet of the Cure’s lighter tracks, but it seems that this is the charm of the Cure; they lure you in with sweetness, and then take away all hope, leaving pure desolation, only to charm their way back in again.
Anyway, the co-incidence that i referred to at the beginning lay in the fact that I finally started the novel Titus Groan, the first book in the Gormenghast trilogy by Mervyn Peake, a few months ago. I have been meaning to read this book for over a decade, after discovering the (children’s) book, Boy In Darkness, which was a shorter story featuring some of the characters of Gormenghast, and it was one of the most unsettling, melancholic things I had ever read. I had been putting Gormenghast off until now, because the text is so dense, and there never seemed to be a right time. Consider this, just one line from the first page of the book, describing the castle of Gormenghast:
“This tower, patched unevenly with black ivy, arose like a mutilated finger from among the fists of knuckled masonry and pointed blasphemously at heaven. At night the owls made of it an echoing throat; by day it stood voiceless and cast its long shadow”.
It’s beautiful, atmospheric, utterly intricate & every word perfect, however, not really the kind of book you read on the tube.
When I was about half way through the first book of the trilogy, I discovered that the lyrics of “Drowning Man” off Faith are taken from a chapter in Gormenghast (and when I discovered this, it was a vague plot spoiler, as it describes the suicide of one of the main characters, I think, but I haven’t got to that bit yet). Though this track is the only one that is directly attributed to the book, reading the lyrics of the other songs on the album, I would imagine that a lot of Faith, in mood if not in literal words, was inspired by Gormenghast, and this pleases me more than I can tell you.
An aside, as a New Zealander, I was interested to discover that two tracks by Split Enz were also inspired by Gormenghast, “Titus” and “Stranger than Fiction “, as was a lot of the album Spellbound.
The person who I have to thank for the discovery of this amazing album knows who they are. It always sounds best with you x
The Cure – Drowning Man (2005)
She stands twelve feet above the flood
The loneliness grows and slowly
One by one her senses die
Starting at the violent sound
I would have left the world all bleeding
Everything was true
I wish it was all true