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And Nothing Is Forever

It happened. I started wondering if it ever would. It's been 16 years. People who were born after 4:13 Dream became teenagers and started driving between 4:13 and Songs Of A Lost World. Am I complaining that The Cure took 16 years to put out another album? No. They don't owe me anything. If Lost World never came out that would have been perfectly fine. Mr. Smith and his cohorts provided the world with hours and hours of fantastic music. In 2024 they added 49 minutes and 16 seconds into their absolutely amazing catalogue. A lot of the lead-up to Lost World spoke of the darkness of the album, the very few reviews that I've glanced at have mentioned the darkness as well. Like, I sort of see it, but to me, it's more of a heavy album (not like metal heavy, more so that there's some serious weight to this piece of art) and sonically epic soundscapes. There's a lot of brightness in the music and vocal melodies. Don't get me wrong, the lyrics are super bleak and if they weren't offset by the music and melodies this would be pretty depressing. The Cure makes beautiful music, go listen.

Munchies Chili Cheese Stampede flavoured tortilla chips are the obvious pairing for Songs Of A Lost World because they're, uh... a new release? Honestly, I don't think I can draw a tangent between these chips and The Cure. The bag has three colorful little monsters playing around with a bowl of chili. Uniformly round tortilla chips (about 5cm or so in diameter) with a decent crunch and corn flavour. They smell cheesy. Light to medium seasoning coverage. A bit of chili pepper bite...but like, not much more than BBQ. Sort of a nacho cheese-type cheese flavour. Decent. They'll be good dippers, the shape lends themselves to being one-biters (at least for me), they're sturdy and they have a seasoning that I think would mingle well with salsa. At $3 (cad) per 245g bag it's a pretty good deal. 

Well, that may be it for me for 2024.

Stay hydrated, 

Marc

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