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Review: Robert Smith has always treated remixing less like revision, more like ritual — a habit that’s followed him since his days in Crawley, West Sussex, piecing together worlds from scraps. This triple-disc release feels assembled with obsessive care, mapping out every possible mood lurking beneath the surface. There are club-ready flips, yes — Sally C, Danny Briottet and Gregor Tresher all push the rhythm forward — but they sit beside glacial pieces that feel more like haunted sketches than reworks. Mura Masa’s take on ‘All I Ever Am’ is disintegrated almost beyond recognition, its vocal a flickering memory. Mogwai’s ‘Endsong’ feels like the end of the world in slow motion. Even Chino Moreno turns in something striking — ‘WarSong’ morphs into a sludgy howl with heat-warped edges. But it’s the sequencing that surprises: these aren’t bolted together, but grouped in arcs, as though Smith were arranging the bones of an old idea into something still alive. Four Tet’s version of ‘Alone’ is a high point — deeply textured but featherlight. What matters is the feeling of being drawn somewhere, and Smith’s hand never letting go.

Review: More than four decades after he first appeared in smudged eyeliner and a mop of jet-black hair, Robert Smith is still finding new ways to pull his music apart and stitch it back together. This new remix collection — assembled and curated by Smith himself — feels less like a victory lap and more like a restless dissection of a legacy he’s still actively shaping. The collaborators here are hardly incidental: Four Tet, Orbital, Âme, Chino Moreno, Mura Masa, Trentemøller, Mogwai. It reads like a list built by someone still hungrily tuned into the present, not stuck in the past. And true to form, the results are all over the place — a feature, not a flaw. Some tracks lean into grandeur: Paul Oakenfold’s take on ‘I Can Never Say Goodbye’ opens with all the sweeping melodrama you’d expect, while Daybreakers stretch ‘WarSong’ into widescreen synthwork. Elsewhere, Shanti Celeste and Ex-Easter Island Head bring a strange intimacy to ‘Alone’, teasing out its ache with a different kind of spaciousness. At times, you wonder if Smith enjoys seeing how far his work can be bent before it breaks. But it never does — even filtered through others’ hands, his sense of tension, drama and deep emotional unease holds everything together.