Aug. 1st, 2004 - Camden, N.J. (Tweeter Center at the Waterfront)
Reviews
The Cure's Robert Smith hasn't changed much. A contender in the '80s for the title of mopiest pop star, the vocalist and guitarist dons all black, teases out his archetypal goth hair, and has the stage presence of a sulky ghost. Yet 25 years after its debut album, the Cure still has the cachet to anchor a package tour, and on Sunday headlined the aptly titled Curiosa Festival at the Tweeter Center.
With eight acts, the music shifted between the main and second stages with only a few moments between sets. Of the second-stage bands, Thursday drew the most enthusiastic crowd, playing by-the-book emo to a crowd-surfing throng that sang along and threw index fingers into the air in approval.
The members of Mogwai - all sporting T-shirts from the 700 Club, the Northern Liberties bar - were first to hit the main stage. Most of the Glaswegian group's instrumentals built slowly to a noisy, hypnotic drone. If they didn't quite leave the crowd in a frenzy, the monitor by the drum kit that accidentally burst into flames at the conclusion of the set surely must have been a sign of the music's power.
The Rapture and Interpol, New York outfits that take their cue from the post-punk movement, filled the remaining main-stage opening slots. The Rapture positions discordant melodies against a dance beat and recalls Public Image Ltd., and though Interpol can't escape the Joy Division comparison, its imposing live show proved it to be more than a mere imitator.
With supporting acts performing just 25 to 30 minutes each, energy remained high when the Cure walked on stage at 9:20. Twinkling lights and abstract video images set the mood as the group opened with the ethereal "Plainsong." Though there are some winning tracks on the Brits' recent eponymous album - including the single "The End of the World" - the band wisely concentrated on its extensive back catalog, especially 1989's Disintegration, which was represented by six songs. Smith acknowledged the preference, jokingly identifying Disintegration as "our new album."
The night nearly ended with the gloomy "Faith" as the final encore, but the band returned for one more. The Cure concluded its dazzling, nearly two-hour performance with the pop classic "Boys Don't Cry," ensuring that everyone left the Tweeter Center happier than he or she entered. Everyone except, perhaps, Robert Smith.
(Thanks Andrew)