What happens when you mix Robert Smith, Steve Severin, too much time on your hands, Beatles admiration and a shit-ton of LSD? You end up with The Glove, a side project from the guys who played in Siouxsie together (and one as the front-man for The Cure).
Punish Me With Kisses is probably the most accessible song they wrote, so don’t let that fool you into thinking this was a “normal” sounding act. The rest of the album plays around with weird engineering techniques to bring out hidden messages and “fish-panning” so that some notes alternate between ears on a single instrument, boggling the mind a bit if you listen with headphones. Kind of like Pink Floyd on speed. Or the Beatles on meth. I dunno. It gets weird at points (like the song Orgy).
Your morning smile of torture holds me in it’s grip
You trace the taste of yesterday the bruise upon my lip
You touch my eyes and hypnotize and slip inside my heart
I wait for this forever but we always fall apart
You want to hold me closer and secretly entice
You take the size of shadowed men
And punish me with kisses every night
This espionage is sweeter now now that we’re alone
But I meet your eyes and then despise all we call our own
I write my name in lipstick on the mirror as I leave
To stay would be too dangerous
To break the make believe.