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The Cure massively overuse reverb in their usual way in order to seem more mystical and big. It's a two-note song and the two notes sit on 1 and 3 and don't move at all, with 1 being the root note. The drumming consists of huge snare (large cannon snare instead of bright chirpy small snare) manually playing the same two bars over and over again. This creates the doomy gloomy funeral procession tempo -- we are "locked in" and won't move anywhere for 6 minutes. We must not rock whatsoever; we must slowly sway and share our painful lives. The only relief is the interesting guitar effects that serve as a side dish to Smith's painfully depressed lyrics.
Still, it's all eaten up by the gloomy teens of the day, looking for something real away from both the corporate classic rock of the time and the "Walking on Sunshine" bright pop they had been forced to consume -- including some made by the Cure. Thus an entire generation wears black, and it's original for its time, a pioneering attitude, but not all that musically interesting.
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