If you were to just use one word to describe this album it would be: dense. It's a pity though that despite the dense collection of musical textures that swim throughout the album, it peaks on its very first track 'One Hundred Years.' There the textures all work and Robert Smith's voice is more understated than the rest of the album, where at times such as on 'The Hanging Garden' the lyrics start to become just a little bit annoying.
Still, Pornography is an interesting album, and the penultimate track 'Cold' is one of the most ominous songs I've ever heard, and is a close second with the first track for the best on the album. Although, having written this review before I heard the titular closer, I feel rather stupid, as 'Pornography' the song is just the darkest I've ever heard, and perhaps one of the most brilliant.
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