
A masterwork of gothic cabaret and heroin-hued blues. Nick Cave trades the chaos of his early years for a sophisticated, predatory elegance.
It's like a beautiful, terrifying funeral march played in a dive bar at the end of the world.
A sophisticated, predatory elegance that balances between a romantic sigh and a violent threat.
The writing leans notably further into love lost than the rest of the catalogue.
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