June 8, 1989 - Bravo (Germany) (Translation below)

Robertís Dead Dance 


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Robertís Dead Dance 

THE CURE

 The fans came as if they went to a rock-mass

Cure fans belong to the most expensive and most assiduously fan base which a band can long for. On the day of the concert in Munich they were already queuing up in the afternoon, hours before the doors to the Olympiahalle were opened. Black clothes, morbidly white makeup and the crazy look, with which the hard core of The Cure fans is walking about to worship the idol Robert Smith, seemed to alert the security guards. But maybe it was caused by a new fit of agony of master Smith. However everybody was searched excessively before they were let into the hall. But besides dangerous objects like aerosol cans, combs or small candles the security guards didnít find anything in the bags of the concert goers. They were allowed to keep their heavy metal crosses around their necks. The stoic life style of the gothic rockers once again showed their advantages. Smiling or at least equanimously they let the searching take place. Scrambling, loud cursing and breaking of glas, as are recorded before heavy metal concerts, didnít happen. People were nevertheless having a good time at the event which rather resembled a requiem than a rock concert. On stage was more shadow than light. Bluish purple illumination and dense wafts of mist coming from six (!) fog machines in the background of the stage dropped a melanochlic apocalyptic mood over the entire venue within a moment. The mood in which the gothic rockers feel most at ease. Bassist Simon Gallup appeared as first one on stage in a fluttering shirt. With lowered head, apparently meditating, he stood amidst the clamour of the death knell intro coming out of The Cure Stereo P.A. Hardly anybody noticed the small Robert as he scuffled from behind the amps towards the microphon. For his fans, who welcomed him with elation and started to push towards the front, he hardly had a look or a smile left. With a sad face, tangled, spiked hair streaks The Cure boss sang as slowly as never before. But his wailing falsetto voice also never came across as powerful. That man really is a phenomenon. He moves as languidly as a turtle, acts on stage as if the audience wasnít there, appears as if he didnít care about his band either, and still enthralled a couple of thousand fans within almost two hours. You could see the ecstasy on the rapturously faces of the dancing black birds in front of the stage. Robert Smith is the only rock singer whose stage persona gives him the freedom to put on warmer clothes during the concert. He changed his thin Dracula cape, with which he started, to the big, wide jumper, hand-made by his wife Mary. Backstage a totally different Robert appeared. When he noticed a football, lazy Bob transformed suddenly into a lively Maradonna-like player, jungling the ball with incredible tricks.

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Gloomy midnight blue illumination bestowed a spooky magic upon the Cure show

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Robert  put on his well-tried big jumper when he started to grow cold after a couple of songs

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Dangerous objects werenít found on the peaceful Cure fans

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In proper Dracula style the Cure fans appear

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Strict security check

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Metal crosses, combs and aerosol, the arms of Cure fans

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Black mediaeval look gives the fans a spooky appearance

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The fans peacefully queued up before the Cure concert

 

 Thanks so much Falland/unseen_colours for TRANSLATING.

 
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