There isn’t a jukebox on earth (or at least Manhattan) that doesn’t have this album in it. It captures the best of The Cure’s earliest music, and is the best jumping off point for the introduction to their “hits.” I owned this on tape years ago, and upgraded to CD years later when my last tape deck went south. It certainly pours on the nostalgia pretty thick, and is a quintessential album for any music-lover’s library. Granted, every retard and his brother also has this thing, so beware when you’re judging and sneering at someone’s collection (like I always do) when seeing this thing on the shelf. Don’t forget about “Lovecats.” Ew.