I had a friend from the UK who lived here for many years Robert Smith was his god. When we went bar hopping for chicks he'd style his hair like Robert's and it was a real conversation piece with the ladies. This was around the late eighties circa Kiss Me Kiss Me Kiss Me and Disintergration, still two of my favorites from them. I recently bought their last album BloodFlowers as a homage to the memories we had back then. Drugs and women. Good times. Yo yo yo The Cure gets mad fucking props from me aaaiiieght.:
