Beginning with the Cure's first B-side, '10.15 Saturday Night,' which finds its narrator sitting home crying, waiting for a girl to call, Smith has made a fetish out of romantic disappointment and pioneered a vocal style in which he sounds on the verge of breaking into heaving sobs at any moment. His tent-like black sweaters, smeared lipstick and messy bird’s nest of dark hair have become the uniform of choice for generations of histrionic white kids convinced the world doesn't understand their pain.

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