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There's a tomb on the front cover of Closer and the rank stench of death permeating every one of its songs. This is not by accident: Two months after the band completed recording, Curtis hanged himself in the kitchen of his home, Iggy Pop's The Idiot on the stereo, Herzog's Stroszek playing on the TV.
No record in history sounds more like a transmission from the other side of mortality than Closer. In fact, for much of the album it sounds as if Curtis is already dead. If he mastered the ability to convey dread in his voice on Unknown Pleasures, Closer is the moment where his prose catches up to his performance. His writing here is startling, nailing with incredible precision the slow disintegration of his hope and morale. The opening passage of "Passover" is a master class in economy and evocativeness: "This is the crisis I knew had to come, destroying the balance I've kept/ …Is this the role that you wanted to live? I was foolish to ask for so much/ Without the protection and infancy's guard, it all falls apart at first touch." Throughout the album, Curtis flagellates himself endlessly for his extramarital affair and struggles… read more »