These guys are so far beyond me it’s amazing and things. It’s like they’re poets, except they’ve got guitars. “No more maybes/ Babies got rabies” – I mean, wow.
Done Sid’s way. Which is to say it’s incredibly badly recorded, the performances are sloppy as hell, and the audience sounds like a buncha drunken yahoos.
The gentlemen whip up several soul-funk concoctions and toss in some gospel-tinge and six-string sludge, but mostly, though, this throbs with sex electronica.
Cave’s love is far from wine and roses. He betrays the inescapability of his joy’s decay, undercutting an idyllic moment with “people just ain’t no good.”