I think he wrote a song for a certain Bastard’s birthday.
We can all relate.
Bob and the boys release their 31st (? maybe, who knows? how do you count?) and second album of 2020
f you’ve worn all those out, the band has also announced a fan club of sorts called Hot Freaks (what else?) that will give you access to unreleased content, rarities and other stuff. Let us know how it is, Monkeystador.
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Bob’s solo makes me giggle.
The RNRHF just released a bunch of clips from this year’s induction ceremony. As you bastards may or may not remember, I don’t give two shits about that ridiculous institution, but it did give us this performance. The Cure still sounds amazing live, and Robert Smith is promising a new Cure album this year.
The clip below is included only for his good-natured sarcasm, which made me laugh. I’m sure she meant well …
Something got me thinking about these guys this morning. Their latest is 2019’s Eton Alive, which I’m about to investigate on Spotify.
Lyrics and obscure British references explained here.
But I approve.
The song that inspired a post title from last week.
This album came out in 2006 and I am old.