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The Cure's "A Forest" and the Evolution of a Band

I've heard this song countless times. Today, Youtube popped this up in the recommended list and I happily listened. Seeing other versions in the sidebar from 1979, 1981, and 1992 made me wonder about how different each one sounded. I enjoyed witnessing the evolution of Robert Smith's personal style as well.

Below is the 1979 version, which has a more traditional punk vibe (it says something that I can say "traditional" and "punk" without any sense of irony).




This one is from 1981. Not a huge transition, but I notice a less punk style and something that becomes much more recognized as The Cure.
 



By 1992, we have a clearly distinctive style that is The Cure, and not confusable with anyone else.
 


Thanks for giving a few minutes of your journey through the vast wasteland that is the internet. Let me know what you think in the comments, and give me a share, if you're so led.


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