Why this remains the sole record people in their first big Cure phase seem to overlook or just find completely uninteresting is still beyond me. Sure, Primary is no A Forest or One Hundred Years but does anyone listen to a Cure album just for a single standout anthem? I hope not, because most their albums are an immersing series of anthems, each more compelling than the one that came before, until you see the larger whole. What makes Faith different is that it is a typical Cure album from this period in a much more subtle sense. While every song still contains that anthemic quality inherent to the band's writing at this time, the emphasis in the songs here is on mood and atmosphere and there is little else from this formative time for this kind of music that does this in a fashion so tastefully nuanced. Try and not fall into the gloomy existential depths of All Cats Are Grey, the distance and frigidity of The Funeral Party or the brooding reflection in Doubt, it's nearly impossible. The images contained here are some of Smith's most bleak, at times despairingly universal and at others desperately emotionally opaque. After 30 years this knows any depressed 20-yr-old's psyche better than they ever will. Not for the happy-go-lucky.
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