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Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds // Skeleton Tree Review

Nick Cave is often at his most pretentious, and his most farcically overblown, when he indulges his demonic preacher alter-ego. As his croon has deepened and mellowed in his later years, he has developed a voice that is almost excessively rich in drama. His lyrics, which already walk a fine line between the poetic and the ponderously cliché, can seem exaggerated into melodramatic farce.  

This, however, is a rare record where Cave truly sounds sincere. I have no doubt that his previous works have been performed with unshakeable sincerity and conviction – his passion and presence is undeniable – but here it for once sounds less like an act, a character, a stylisation. It is almost painfully real. Continue reading

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Hold On A Minute // 2013’s Mid-Year Review…And All That Stuff I Forgot To Review

It’s that time of the year again. That special moment where you realise that half the year is gone already and reflect on all the things you should have reflected on if you’d realised it a month ago. In my case that led to a reflection on what I’ve reviewed this year and how it all stacks up. How does mbv rank alongside Yeezus? What about Deerhunter and Daft Punk? Vampire Weekend and….wait…I never reviewed Daft Punk. How…how did I not review that? Well how about David Bowie? No? Christ. I have some work to do.

Here then, rather than an actual reflection, is a run-down of some of the big releases I was too lazy to write about when they were actually relevant. From Daft Punk to Bowie to Primal Scream, it turns out there was actually rather a lot. I’m not including Jay-Z though because his album was too boring to finish.

So here it is – 2013: Half A Year of Hindsight. Continue reading

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Posting this has forced me to finally confront the awful truth that Nick Cave’s face is real. His messy, messy, elongated, nightmare confusion of a face. And the hair, oh lord the hair. And the facial hair, sweet mercy no. His face is a paradox – something you would never want to look at but yet inevitably find yourself drawn to.  You think you can unravel the mystery of his distorted mess of flesh, but you can’t. No one can. Even the way he moves is terrifying in it’s own perverse, inhuman way. Watch the video to Jubilee Street and you’ll see for yourself that it seems impossible that this man can actually exist. Continue reading

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