The Cure edged into new territory with
Wild Mood Swings, but nevertheless drew scorn from certain quarters because it eschewed
goth rock for
pop, both pure and twisted. For 2000's
Bloodflowers,
Robert Smith decided to give the people what they wanted: a classic
Cure album, billed as the third part of a trilogy begun with
Pornography and continued with
Disintegration. That turns out to be more or less true, since
Bloodflowers boasts all of
the Cure's signatures: stately tempos, languid melodies, spacious arrangements, cavernous echoes, morose lyrics, keening vocals, long running times. If that's all you're looking for,
Bloodflowers delivers in spades. If you want something transcendent, you're out of luck, since the album falls short of the mark, largely because it sounds too self-conscious. As one song segues into the next, it feels like
Smith is striving to make a classic
Cure record, putting all the sounds in place before he constructs the actual songs. That makes for a good listening experience, especially for fans of
Disintegration, but it never catches hold the way that record did, for two simple reasons: there isn't enough variation between the songs for them to distinguish themselves, nor are there are enough sonic details to give individual tracks character. While
Disintegration had
goth monoliths, it also had pristine
pop gems and elegant
neo-psychedelia; with a couple of exceptions, the songs on
Bloodflowers all feel like cousins of
"Pictures of You." The album is certainly well made, and even enjoyable; however, its achievement is a bit hollow, since it never seems like
Smith is pushing himself or the band. Nobody else can come close to capturing
the Cure's graceful gloom, but it's hard to shake the suspicion that
Bloodflowers could have been something grand if he had shaken up the formula slightly. ~ Stephen Thomas Erlewine
