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.”
These songs are kinda weird, slow and old-sounding. My brother told me they were written by some guy named Curt Vile. He’s one of those death-metal guys, right?