Everyone who knows me also knows that I’ve got an unhealthy fascination with all things Nick Cave. Every time iPronk shuffles to a Cave tune in the car (unless it’s “Bring It On” from 2003’s Nocturama), my poor, tortured wife quickly and plaintively protests, “Next!”
Now, compared to chain-smoking and binge-drinking, I hardly think my thing for The Bad Seeds is all that self destructive, but I can’t imagine life would be so much fun without any of it.
Pitchfork Feature: Interview: Nick Cave
“Grinderman was like a bomb going off within the Bad Seeds. It was like going back to the wife and telling her that you’d taken a mistress.”
