INCURABLE
The bloated goth frontman is well on his way to becoming the Leslie West of alternative rock. Most of the Cure’s ’80s contemporaries have updated their stage looks to reflect the inevitable processes that time, gravity, and tight-pantsed young hipsters eventually impose on us all. Not Smith: he’s still smearing on the makeup like Bette Davis after her fifth cocktail, and the mangy hair that used to look batty, cool, and aloof now makes him a dead-ringer for Michael Keaton in Beetlejuice. In the name of Pitchfork, please make it stop.
