Note: Post in early development and needed as spaceholder to keep things chronological!
Today I’m going to start a fine-lens look at Kiss Me Kiss Me Kiss Me, including the lyrics, which I forgot to get around to on the original forum thread because Wish arrived in our remote rural mailbox and I got highly enthused from the first listen. So, there will be a few well-deserved extra entries on that in this curation of my open journal Exploring the Back Catalogue, before I return to the “reprints” and additional commentary on Wish, and then continue with the in my view excellent self-titled album, which was next in the mailbox and which I got partly through before transferring the whole shebang onto my blog!
In case you’re just joining us, I definitely recommend reading our initial reaction to our first listen-through of Kiss Me Kiss Me Kiss me when we played it up loud one fine Sunday night while preparing an elaborate dinner together. “We” by the way is my husband and myself – you can blame him for all of this, because it all started when he encouraged me to borrow his iPod back in 2014. 😋
The other previous entries on Kiss Me Kiss Me Kiss me also include a spontaneous response piece specifically to the infectious opening track (scroll down to mid-post), and a compare and contrast KMKMKM/HOTD discussion with other fans of Cure music, including the very cerebral long-time listener MAtT who also collects and curates rare Cure audio for the general public, whose comments are thoroughly worth reading. 😎
KISS ME, KISS ME, KISS ME – A CLOSER LOOK
February 8, 2022
Well, if this isn’t a change of direction from the previous album, I don’t know what is – especially compared to the radio songs off The Head On The Door and Japanese Whispers, most of which sounded like 80s pop – not our favourite genre in our household. The Cure doing 80s pop is a bit like Nigella making fairy bread – I’m sure she will make it better than average, but it’s not exactly nutritious, and it’s worlds apart from the best she can do.
The Kiss definitely isn’t fairy bread, it’s something dark and complex and beautifully put together, and there isn’t an iota of 80s pop about it.
Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me
Your tongue is like poison
So swollen it fills up my mouth
Love me, love me, love me
You nail me to the floor
And push my guts all inside-out
Get it out, get it out, get it out
Get your fucking voice
Out of my head
I never wanted this!
I never wanted any of this!
I wish you were dead!
I wish you were dead!
Get your tongue out of my mouth, I’m kissing you goodbye
remember to get back to “pop” later – bit less plasticky though!