It’s nothing new for Nick Cave to sound bummed out. Over his thirty-year career, the chief Bad Seed has groped his way around every dark corner he can find. Even at his hip-shakin’ freest--2008’s Dig, Lazarus, Dig!!!, his last record with the Bad Seeds--he sounds like he’s grabbing his crotch in the general direction of death and decay more than he is lauding life and good fortune. No matter. Cave’s particular gift has always been his ability to make darkness compelling, to render it real and horrible in a way that few . . .
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