The Cure: Alone review - majestically wreathed in misery and despair

(Fiction/Polydor)Birds fall from the sky, broken voices call us home and youthful dreams are dashed against the transience of life in the band's first new song in 16 years As every Cure fan knows, the band's albums exist somewhere on a sliding scale between two extremes. At one end lurk the albums on which Robert Smith gives free rein to his natural facility for pop songwriting: The Head on the Door, Wish, the oft-reviled Wild Mood Swings. At the other are the albums on which one imagines Smith ...