Ok, so the show was tremendously great and memorable, and to underrate it. It has been one of the most perfect concerts I have ever been to, and definitely the best Cure one so far that I've witnessed.

The band as a whole performed impeccably; without a stain. Robert was absolutely brilliant, unspeakable really. His voice was just fantabulous, and you could notice he was putting an extraordinary effort into singing all the songs the best way that he could. Beside that, he added an unique touch to each one of them. Most of them weren't sung the typical traditional way everyone recalls them as being sung like. It was just so... peculiar, in a splendid way. Very refreshing truly. To break the rule that every song should sound and be sung the manner it is limitedly stipulated in Cure records. That was probably the most important aspect that made this concert so special. "Pictures of You", "Lullaby", "A Strange Day", "Sinking" are just the most obvious examples, among them all.

One could absolutely tell Robert was in an extraordinary mood. He wasn't drunk, affected by any substance or anything at all. He was being so genuine, so honest, so calm, tranquil and relaxed, so sweet, special and unique. Exactly what has transported the Cure to such grand dimensions in nearly 20 years of history. He walked all around the stage, just holding the microphone, when he wasn't playing the guitar; he would get near the audience, stare fixedly at everyone, sweetly singing, sing songs on his knees, gazing at some void before him; doing faces, mimicking the way only he knows how to; dancing in a mesmerizing way, so marvelously we could be there forever, gigantically appreciating it with heaps of joy. One second of it seemed like an eternity, so much worth living. It was Robert in all his splendour, really. Deliriously fantastic.

He's using two new guitars now, more frequently: a red Gretsch and a black Guild. Simon has a new bass: a green Thunderbird just like the one he started using with "Wild Mood Swings", Roger, Perry and Jason same as ever. Or Roger maybe not, I don't know: his keyboards are plain black now without mention of the makers.

All the boys were as magnificent as well. Like Robert hasn't messed up any lyrics (or not in such a blatant fashion like we know he can do) everyone else didn't screw up a bit also. Competent and delivering all they could. Simon was himself, leaping around playing aggressively as in a very committed manner; Perry was very discrete, just being "there" and playing (but effectively); Jason, hum, he's playing better, or that would be exactly, more adequately to what the songs are supposed to represent and more faithful to how the previous drummers have created them. But definitely much more confident. One can tell Jason is there, and that he's the Cure drummer now. Roger performed cleanly without a blemish. He seemed happy too.

The songs. Well, I forgot. I have to check it. The setlist I mean. Will list them at some later opportunity. I always forget the setlists after the shows. But something noteworthy is that they haven't played a single song off the "WMS" sessions. Apart from "Wrong Number", if you want to consider the post-period. But all of them have been remarkably played really. From the classic "Boys Don't Cry" to the dazing "From the Edge..." they've all been lent a marvelous touch, very infrequent in Cure shows. "A Forest" though, mildly fell down the (natural) expectations. Rob wasn't at all in the mood for grand complexities that night and thus disregarded the solo part, swiftly and seamlessly following to the "10:15 Saturday Night" leads. It was decidedly a night for mellow gentle songs, with smooth interpretations, soundtracks to be lying down and be looking at the stars and watch them... sinking.

At the end he seemed not to want to leave. Everyone had left, Robert was following them after having stared at the audience for what seemed like minutes and having said "see you next year", when then all of sudden he stops, turns back, heads to the microphone, thanks everyone again, waves, does that "is this all for me? I wish I could stay"-type of face, and leaves, with those little tiny steps we're familiar with, looking down to the ground, still seemingly feeling totally discomfit with the situation where so many people admire him.

So, brilliant truly. Unforgettable. A very peculiar, distinct Cure that has shown up, from what we've seen and are used to in so many years of performances.

Old? Maybe; but not dead, at all. This Cure can still surprise us.