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.”
Three songs in sixty minutes, stretching out languidly into the infinite without succumbing to Phishy-smelling jam tendencies or circumambient snoozatoria.
A quiet revolution filtered through open ears – there was classical, slide blues scrapings, and the sounds of his louder descendents made over into ambience.
If those that preceded them relied on divine motionlessness, Hovercraft was all about momentum, driving onward and upward to a point that never arrives.