Nick Cave wrestles with the darkest parts of the human experience in Wild God, churning up doubt and fear and grief and blasphemy from the muck at the bottom and distilling it, somehow, into transcending clarity. A meditation on humankind’s first crime—the murder of Abel—turns into a rhapsody over frogs jumping up in the rain . . .
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