His new project, Grinderman, is reckless, loose, drunken, dark, and just short of amazing. Forget the piano, Nick’s plugged in a guitar, and he’s up to his usual misanthropic tricks (including the insistent ode to a junkie prostitute, “Depth Charge Ethyl”).
I like my Nick Cave filthy and unsettling. I also miss the arty chaos of the Birthday Party. Grinderman offers up teases of both.