The Cure - Peel Session 1979 

The Cure..never gets old, they are timeless and forever apart of my soundtrack of life...love them forever

John Peel was amazing in how he played the most amazing music which was a gateway for innovation and change in the music industry..R.I.P John Peel and thank you for The Peel Sessions and archive of your amazing collection...

i LOVE this version of 'accuracy'

best version of accuracy ever, never heard it before

grinding halt, one of my favourites

For me this is the best Peel Session of The Cure!!! :)

They were Brilliant in 1979 I Saw them few times age 14 supporting the Banshees and Joint headline with WIRE great days. & it's brilliant to hear John Peel talking between songs he was our music education at time.

I fucking love Grinding Halt

For example: Desperate Journalist in the best performance. Thanks John Peel Sessions for this great treasure of The Cure! Yeah! \m/

Best Grinding Halt version ever

I am happy to say in 2019 that I listened to Desperate Journalist - the band - just yesterday!!!

a sonoridade de grinding halt alcança a perfeição!

The image, above, of The Cure is how I like to think of them...

John Peel Forever...Right Record...Wrong Speed...

RIP Julz. I was privileged to them live in Liverpool in 1979.

Thx for the Upload!!!!

So glad I stumbled on this today.

This " Classic Peel Session " Is A Reminder " That The Cure Were " A Musical Panacea " Guaranteed To last " !!! From Adrian Browne 1965

LOL track 5, and here they are today 40 years later fresh inductees to the Rock 'n' Roll Hall Of Fame!

Fantastici! che suoni!!

imagine this stuff is now over 40years old and still sounds modern. imagine a 40y old popsong in 1979 now. there isnt one. 1940 they still played swing bigbands

Best version of Accuracy!!!

That opening chord on “Desperate Journalist...” had me thinking for a second they were playing “I’m Cold”. Exact same chord.

Grinding halt is very 80's, really happy and cool.

Wow!

This is classic, The Cure slag off the NME journo

Plastic Passion is murdering me.......Awesome

The bass line of "Subway song" is the great-uncle of "Seven Nation Army" 's guitar riff

The best Cure

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j ecoute ca sans arret je suis incurable

now I wanna hear the SKIDS ;)

Accuracy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

These BBC recordings are a lot punchier than the album versions.

Subway Song. °c°

whoa where they come over a year. dang, I didn't know any of these. all so good. crazy then another year and it's that sorta psych depression ink pit of Pornography. yeeow

Aaah! More alert and anguished young men chalking up more sanctioned and sanctimonious marks! Do not applaud them! This glistening long player contains twelve self-conscious variations upon the smoothly quirky theme, somewhere between hypnotic and indifferent, that brought the world, somewhere between hype and anonymity, the pleasurable “Killing An Arab”. For one whole album that pretty bending and doodling does a lot less than please, and a lot more than irritate. The Cure’s formula is not that marvellous, but the Cure are not just making pop music. They make thins much worse than they could be by packaging this insubstantial froth as if it had some social validity. As if it were going to alter our conceptions of what is real and what is unreal. They garnish their twelve little ditties with unreliable trickery, not content to let ordinary songs die ordinary deaths. The lads go rampant on insignificant symbolism and compound this with rude, soulless obliqueness. They are trying to tell us something. They are trying to tell us they do not exist. They are trying to say that everything is empty. They are making fools of themselves. They are represented on the ice-cream colour cover by three by three bulky, ageing household gadgets. Lol Tolhurst (drums) is a fridge. Michael Dempsey (Bass, Voice) is an upright hoover. Robert Smith (Guitar Voice) is a standard lamp. Each song is represented on the back sleeve by a picture and on the label by a symbol. Thus a typically dehydrated interpretation of Hendrix’s “Foxy Lady” is matched with a Polaroid snapshot of a slinky lady in a pencil skirt and stilettos striding along a metropolis pavement. “So What” is represented by a picture of two bags of granulated sugar spilling over the floor. All very clever stuff. All this charming, childish fiddling about aims for the anti-image but naturally creates the perfect malleable image: the tantalising enigma of The Cure. They try to take everything away from the purpose and idea of the rock performer but try so hard they put more in than they take out. They add to the falseness. Good luck to them. The Cure, really, are trying to sell us something. Their product is more artificial than most. This is perhaps part of their master plan, but it seems more like their naivety. The way it is, The Cure set them-selves up as though they float a long way outside the realms of anything we can understand. They are scandalous, fulfilled aliens and they look down on us. What do they see? Not much that will shoot your being through with vigour or sudden understanding, but they never stop nagging. Willowy songs wallow in the murk and marsh of tawdry images, inane realisations and dull epigrams. Sometimes they sound like an avant-garde John Otway, or an ugly Spirit. Sometimes a song is as pretty as “Killing An Arab”: “Accuracy” (a target over a man’s eye) or “Fire In Cairo” (palm tree in the desert). But most of the time it’s just a voice catching its breath, with a cautiously primitive guitar riff, some toy drumming and a sprightly bass. Nowhere is there anything alarming; nowhere is there anything truly adventurous. Not that I demand adventure at all costs, but The Cure do suggest that they are on a worthwhile expedition. Neither do I constantly demand anything that’s going to make my life a little bit better but, again, The Cure hint that they’re doing this and more. What they’ve done here is the equivalent of an album of Enid Blyton reading packaged as readings from Angela Carter. No, It’s maybe not that awful-good. It’s just that in 1979 people shouldn’t be allowed to get away with things like this (the Cure are absolute conformists to vaguely defined non-convention). There are just too many who do (Doll By Doll, Punishment Of Luxury, Fischer Z). Fatigue Music. So transparent, light and…oh how it nags. Album Review by Paul Morley

100

this live and early songs confirm the huge influence of joy division for this band.

The myth begins!!

why they didn't keep these sound...my favorite the cure age

Plastic passion is the best

was Simon already playing bass in this recording? ???

And ho plays the second guitar?

What album was Grinding Halt on?

Smith as Marc Bolan

Copyright involved. The white stripes not Original, agreed with Valentina.

The place is full of Newport's...

It's just that in 1979 etc etc....plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose...dull, dull, dull epigrams...

Is it me or does it feel like John Peel is subtly saying he doesn't think the cure are very good? I don't know.