Never been a big Nick Cave guy, but this feels like the time.
The electronic skitchering fits the moment, as everything falls apart in increments.
The moaning abstraction, it slots alongside Coen, Bowie, loss.
Now more than ever, maybe, we need the sound of crumbling, splitting, loss of hope, glimpse of hope. This is that. Repetition, desperation lost, quit, sounds like ghosts with grudges, taking one last, long, slow swing at vengeance 3.5/5
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