The way the guitars and lyrics revolve and twist dismally around each other in this song...it pulls me into that hopeless hellbound spiral that Robert Smith was caught up in as a younger man. For the duration of this song, I feel like I'll never be free.
"One Hundred Years" is the most brilliant and deliciously agonized, unabashed display of self-loathing I've ever heard...I love how it opens Pornography with it's utter hopelessness, but as the album progresses, there develops just a tiny glimmer of hope entwined in all of the blackness. There's nothing like it.
The way the guitars and lyrics revolve and twist dismally around each other in this song...it pulls me into that hopeless hellbound spiral that Robert Smith was caught up in as a younger man. For the duration of this song, I feel like I'll never be free. "One Hundred Years" is the most brilliant and deliciously agonized, unabashed display of self-loathing I've ever heard...I love how it opens Pornography with it's utter hopelessness, but as the album progresses, there develops just a tiny glimmer of hope entwined in all of the blackness. There's nothing like it.