It’s a shame that the silliest song on this album is the one everyone knows - I associate the Cure with “Friday I’m In Love,” and that song, when taken out of context, just makes them sound like an insipid and unserious pop group, and not in the way I often like. That song kind of feels like a restaurant a friend of mine worked at one time - it’s known for its fantastic and creative food, but in the end cheeseburger sales pay the bills. “Friday I’m In Love” is the Cure’s cheeseburger song, fodder for the pop culture sphere that has little to do with the artistic achievement of the rest of this album. I don’t know how the band feels about that song, but I’d probably be sick of it by now. It seems meant as an ironic counterpoint to the brooding songs surrounding it on this album, like an inverted “build tension and then release it” technique, but one where the public missed the point and took the song at face value. Taken ironically, it fits and accentuates the rest of the album through contrast. But taken literally and on its own, it’s the worst song on a great album.

Jams

“Apart”
“Doing The Unstuck”
“A Letter To Elise”

From the roundup Jamwise #40 - Best Albums of 1992, pt. 2.