The Cure. It needs to be said, before anything else; this sounds like The Cure. But to a reviewer whose favourite t-shirt quotes Friday I'm In Love, this is no bad thing. We Don't Dream Anymore ironically floats along in the midst of a sleepwalking fuzz; with the swirling synthesiser, the thudding bass, deadpan delivery - it should be a zombie of a song, but it's not. It stands in the middle of a frozen world, half scared, half daring. Even so, there's a glimmer of life in the gentle darkness, a hopeful tinge to the cold desolation.
8/10
Moll x
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