Saturday May 10, 2008
There can be no doubt that Nick Cave is navigating the choppy waters of middle-aged rock stardom in an entirely unprecedented way. READ IT.
Sunday, 11 May 2008
You used to hear stories about Nick Cave. At my first music mag, Melody Maker, one of the editorial hierarchy used to enjoy telling the lurid tale of how he was once woken by his doorbell at stupid o’clock in the morning and opened the door to find the singer – then at the height of his hard drugs phase – standing there, slumped unconscious with his forehead pressed against the button. Now, whether this story was true, exaggerated, or a complete fabrication, it illustrates the perception of Cave when the Bad Seeds first formed. READ IT.
Dig, Lazarus, Dig!!!
by Sam Roudman | 05.16.2008
Nick Cave is incomparable. There’s just no matching him for the intensity of his nearly 30-year-long confrontation with the likes of love, sex, God, the morality of the West and the grotesquery of the gothic South. That said, he’s had his peaks and valleys, with some of his ’90s work coming across as dark lounge sleaze or a parade of Sopranos theme-song rejects. But given the sky-wide arc of his career all the way back from his post-punk emergence in the romping burlesque of The Birthday Party, Cave’s harder-to-swallow meanderings as a romantic dramatist seem like more of an attempt to hone in than to put one over. The honing is abundantly evident on Dig, Lazarus, Dig!!!, which should be acknowledged as a highlight in the Bad Seeds 15-album oeuvre. READ IT.
Nick Cave Photo courtesy of Contact Music.