For a 59-year-old man, Robert Smith’s voice is a powerhouse. Not a single crack. Nothing.
But before we get into that, let us just mention how bloody brilliant the supporting acts were for this year’s Rock on the Lawns.
Keep a very close eye on Diamond Thug. Southern Wild are about to take it to the next level. Ard Matthews really surprised us with his solo act. Solid. And Fokof, well, Fokof played one of their best sets in ages. Mazel Tov!
A big thanks to Andy Mac and Amp Events for doing the things. We heart you.
But back to The Cure: fans we know had a lot to say about their 31-track set in Cape Town.
One person said watching them live was just like listening to their albums. Another remarked that you watch The Cure perform for their excellent musicianship. One person said it’s one of the best bands they’ve ever seen live.
The Cure did not disappoint. A Forest, Disintegration and Hot Hot Hot were PERFECT. Let’s Go To Bed was only played in Cape Town and that was a treat. And Smith pulled out the theatrics for Lullaby.
Simon Gallup’s bassing was beast-like. The rhythm section was exceptionally tight. And Smith’s presence was quirky and warm.
When they finished with Boys Don’t Cry, Smith stood on the side of the stage and waved to the fans. His shadowed eyes caught ours. Someone who’s not the biggest fan later said they got the best vibe from Smith just as a human being in general.
Guitarist Reeves Gabrels flung his pick into the crowd and a lucky kid reached out.
And as The Cure left the stage after a very long and satisfying encore, a ringing stayed with us. We left Kenilworth Race Course on a high.
But as we headed home, the hangover started kicking in. The suburbs shrouded in darkness. The load shedding. And the realisation that we may never see this band in South Africa ever again. It hit us hard.
We can really only hope to see such rock
Because that was just like a dream.