The Cure’s Robert Smith has expressed his disdain for the “goth” label, but the black-clad singer has remained an icon of gloom despite his protests. “I’ve always spent more time with a smile on my face than not, but the thing is, I don’t write about it,” he once insisted. You’d never know it by listening to his music. The Cure’s catalogue has been dominated by wistful, lonely, somber themes since the band emerged in the early ’80s. The mopey singer’s manic, perky side has revealed itself occasionally, but Smith has often failed to hide his ever-present sarcasm behind his smile — even when it came to upbeat songs like “Let’s Go to Bed,” a calculated mockery of pop music.
Today is Smith’s birthday, and we imagine he’s spending it trying to wrap his brain around the band’s billing next to acts like Mumford & Sons at this year’s Lollapalooza — or the fact that he finally gave in to Lollapalooza itself. Don’t worry, Bobby. Disintegration lives on. Celebrate Smith’s birthday with these photos full of lipstick-smeared smiles, many of them genuine (we think).
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