The videos below have been circulating for some time, for avid Cure heads, but possibly not for the layperson. I only recently discovered this footage, so thought it’d be worth sharing here, but not just because of the coolness of The Cure.
Shot in the summer of 1981 for a Spanish television special, this footage finds the Cure hitting New York City for two nights of their tour for the album Faith (the band having recently jettisoned keyboardist Matthieu Hartley, reducing themselves to a trio). I’m jumping to a conclusion, here, but I’m guessing that Spanish television took an interest in these gigs because of the venue. The Ritz – as a live-music venue for rock acts -- would have only just revealed itself as such about a year earlier, when it changed over from its iteration as Casa Galicia, an organization – according to Wikipedia -- that promoted cultural ties with Spain. While the venue was now operating as a rock club, it was still owned by Casa Galicia (as it still is today). Being that I don’t speak a lick of Spanish, I can’t actually tell you what the presenter in the beginning of the clip is saying, but you can still see the old paint job and some remaining signage from the Casa Galicia era behind him. Let’s go there now…
The live footage of the band, meanwhile, is sharp and stark, finding the band moving further away from their more accessible origins. The material they were promoting here from their third LP, Faith was quite a long way from the comparatively spritely pop of their first record, finding Robert Smith wading deeper into the dark waters of moribund introspection and existential dread. Brimming with ruminations of death, grief and empty religious dogma, tracks like “The Funeral Party,” “The Drowning Man” and “Other Voices” weren’t destined to become student-disco bangers so much as hymns for a future generation of perpetually black-clad lost sheep. While not as cruel, nihilistic and gloom laden as the record that would follow it, Pornography, the whole of Faith is still a grim horse pill of a listening experience. The songs captured here, meanwhile, … despite all my purpose prose for Faith, are both originally from the preceding album, Seventeen Seconds.
I’m sure the presenter, who returns to the screen to interview Robert in some ancillary chamber of The Ritz at about four minutes and ….er…. seventeen seconds (coincidence?) is expounding on comparable points, but again – I don’t speak Spanish, so I can’t say for sure. Unfortunately, Robert’s answers are obscured by a Spanish voice-over, so it’s hard to glean what he’s saying, although he seems to be politely taking exception to being repeatedly referred to as “a New Wave band.” You can’t really blame him for that. Mercifully, the live material resumes after that.
Of course, for those of you who don’t care so much about all that extraneous info, there’s this handy truncation featuring solely the performance footage. You’re welcome.
At the time of this filming in July of 1981, I was in between 8th grade and high school, and invariably hadn’t heard of The Cure, as yet. I would have been more deeply entrenched in my stubborn affinity of heavy metal and immersing myself further into adoration for bands like Devo and the burgeoning underground of Hardcore Punk (as it was then still called). In fact, I wouldn’t set foot in the Ritz until four years after this was shot -- in December of 1985 to see the Circle Jerks, D.O.A. and Redd Kross (as floridly discussed here). By that point, I’d have heard the Cure via their incongruously poppy MTV hits like “Let’s Go to Bed” and “The Walk,” which owed precious fuck-all to the pervasive emotional torpor of the Faith era. But with the release of The Head on The Door (and the crucial compilation Standing on a Beach) in the spring of 1986, I became a devout Cure fan, going on to see them several times, but never in a venue as intimate as the Ritz.
The picture up top, meanwhile, was quite likely snapped during the same day this footage was captured (given that they’re wearing the same duds). They’re pictured standing in the fabled Tunnel of Light at 127 John Street near the South Street Seaport, which I’ve written about too many times here (see list below).
More About The Cure on Flaming Pablum
Thirty Years of Disintegration
Lured to the Lost World: Reconvening with The Cure
More About The Ritz on Flaming Pablum
Slaytanic Fits at the Ritz in `86
A Requiem for the Ritz, A Wake for Webster Hall
Sisters vs. Black Flag at The Ritz
More About the Tunnel of Light at 127 John Street on Flaming Pablum
Walk Into the Light
Joe Walks Into the Light
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