You've got what I want, Robert Smith sings through fat, strangling-vine guitars in "The Real Snow White," his wan chirp finally collapsing in a long, falling yowl. It is classic, inconsolable Smith — with a twist. On the verge of 50 and leading a double-guitar gnarly-glam version of the Cure, Smith sounds less like a lovesick prince in 4:13 Dream's looping-riff viscera and swallow-you-whole echo, and more like the avenging middle-aged Roger Waters on Pink Floyd's Animals. There is none of the rag-doll bounce of the Cure's late-Eighties hits. The guitar overture in "Underneath the Stars" is closer to electric Neil Young than fey gloom. There are no evident hooks in "The Scream," just dirty surge and Smith's yelping rage. His dreaming ends, of course, with the usual defeat, in "It's Over." But along the way, his fury is its own relief.

“Too Close”

Next was formed in Minneapolis when the uncle of Terry "T-Low" and Raphael "Tweety" Brown, who was a gospel choir director, introduced the brothers to Robert Lavelle "R.L." Huggar. Sounds of Blackness singer Ann Nesby groomed the R&B group before handing them over to Naughty by Nature's KayGee, who wrote and produced "Too Close." The idea for the song was sparked "from a conversation we had with several girls at a nightclub," explained T-Low. "It's talking about the club scene, with guys getting out of hand and the female telling him to back up, asking, 'What are you doing?'"