Everything You Do Today, Tomorrow Is Obsolete

Nick Cave turned 60 on Friday. I don’t know how the dark lord of gothic rock celebrates that sort of milestone but I think we should even if it’s a day or three late. Back in July I got a bit obsessed with this song, his 28th single, released back in 2008 (on the Dig, Lazarus Dig!!! album). The Bad Seeds set up a louche lounge bar groove, a fluid guitar part, some brushed drums and handclaps after the chorus, strumming and drumming away for nearly ten minutes. Over this Nick Cave has fun with the lyrics, a series of characters turning up- Janet, Betty X, Miss Polly, a hundred foot tall man, Alina, Deanna, and a nubian princess (who sparks off the following line ‘just then a black girl with no clothes on danced across the room, we charted the progress of the planets around that boogie-woogie moon’). This being Nick Cave there are literary references. The song title is borrowed from a William Morris novel and the lyrics borrow from the Odyssey. The video was similarly stuffed full of guests- Will Self, Peaches Geldof, Beth Orton, Tim Noble, Sue Webster and Martin McCarthy, the bassist from The Wonder Stuff. Plus some dancers from the Raymond Revue Bar. Happy birthday Mr Cave.

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I Felt Like A Vacuum Cleaner

The moment where the girl in the white dress appeared, seemingly out of nowhere, at Glastonbury back in 2013 is one of the greatest TV gig moments I’ve seen. Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds had launched into a ten minute version of sex and murder fest Stagger Lee (sample line- ‘just count the holes in his motherfucking head’). The band with beards, suit jackets and Chelsea boots, had locked into a killer groove. Nick, black trousers, mostly black floral shirt, blacker than black hair, had gone down to the barrier and was giving it the full foot-on-the-fence-while-growling-into-the-mic Nick Cave thing. At seven minutes forty six seconds she rises up from the throng, like a Victorian ghost, all in white, arm stretched out, full eye contact. Nick is singing about the devil and Stagger Lee is about to be taken down. Four holes in his motherfucking head. The bassline is thunderous, he is shrieking, the pair are still maintaining eye contact. The strange to-and-fro dance continues, sexual tension rising among thousands of people in broad daylight. Spontaneous gig theatre.

There are some Nick Cave songs which are as good as anything written and recorded in the 21st century (and 20th for that matter). This one from 2008 is a lyrical tour de force, laugh out loud funny and serious as fuck, Nick on his knees railing against his god, author and creator, howling for answers. There’s a bizarre cast of characters, from the ‘myxomatoid kids’ in the first verse to a death in the second, causing him to shake his ‘ fists at the punishing rain’. This is one great line after another set against The Bad Seeds driving feedback and pummelling drums, occasionally breaking down into nothing but the noise of overloaded FX pedals and Nick looking for scissors.

‘Everything is messed up around here
Everything is banal and jejeune
There’s a planetary conspiracy
Against the likes of you and me
In this idiot constituency of the moon’

When he goes guruing down the street young people ¬†want answers. Nick doesn’t have them. he feels like a vacuum cleaner, a complete sucker. ¬†There are slavering dogs and enormous encyclopaedic brains, third world poverty and a whole list of world issues to be answered for. Later on Doug turns up tapping at the window and offering a book of Holocaust poetry complete with pictures. There is a line about Nick down in his bolthole appalled at the publishing of ‘another volume of unreconstructed rubbish’. Bukowski gets put down, the jerk. Prolix. Prolix. More scissors. Seriously, stunning stuff. Who else can do words this good?

We Call Upon The Author

Push The Sky Away/Harder Than You Think

Right then, time for action, time for change, time to see what is going on. Today is the day. By this tomorrow we should know what we face. The way I see it there are three potential outcomes of this general election.

1. A victory for a socialist Labour Party, led by Jeremy Corbyn. If I am to believe my Twitter timeline this is a completely plausible outcome, but I fear it is unlikely.

2. A hung parliament. Seeing as there can’t be any parties out there who would prop up a minority government led by a politically damaged Theresa May, I’m guessing this would result in a progressive alliance of Labour, SNP, PC, possibly some Lib Dems, and the Greens. I am happy with this as an outcome.

3. A Tory government, a cabinet of barbarians, who will hold power for the next five years, driving us off the cliff face and into some sort of post-EU, post human rights, right-wing elective dictatorship where the poor are left to fend for themselves and Britain becomes a Poundshop, Daily Mail outpost off the coast of northern Europe.

I’m not looking forward to this.

In 2013 Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds released an album called Push The Sky Away, the first without long term cohort Mick Harvey. It has a warmth that singles it out in Nick Cave’s back catalogue and on this beautiful closing song, a most un-Bad Seeds sound, an almost post-club sound with some optimistic, life affirming lyrics…

‘I was riding
The sun was rising from the fields

You’ve got to keep on pushing and keep on pushing
Pushing the sky away

And some people say that it’s just rock and roll
Oh but it gets down right into your soul

You’ve got to keep on pushing and keep on pushing
Pushing the sky away’

Push The Sky Away

It’s a thing of beauty, even if you’re not much of a Nick Cave fan. But it’s not a song to take to the barricades or the polling station. This is though, Chuck D and Flavor Flav telling it how it is…

Harder than You Think

Life’s What You Make It

Back in January 2010 when I was only a few posts into the blogging game I posted this song by Rowland S Howard. He died of liver cancer just a few days earlier, 30th December 2009. Rowland recorded his album Pop Crimes while ill and this song, a cover of Talk Talk’s Life’s What You Make It, has a slightly different perspective when sung by someone who knows their time is up.

Life’s What You Make It

Aged just sixteen Rowland wrote Shivers, recorded by pre-Birthday Party band Boys Next Door. Strange to think that Nick Cave was actually this young once.

Caving In

Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds have a new album out today- Push the Sky Away- with the sleeve featuring Nick (clothed) and his wife (naked), something I may suggest to Mrs Swiss should the third Swiss Guards album ever get finished. I have conflicted feelings about Nick Cave- some of his stuff is superb, but there are very few albums he’s made I want to listen to all the way through and his piano ballads do next to nothing for me. There are people I know who rate him highly and people who cannot stand him. From recent times the last Bad Seeds album (Dig, Lazarus, Dig) and the first Grinderman lp both had a few songs I’d take with me anywhere but some I suspect I’ll never listen to again. The same goes for the rest of his back catalogue, all the way back really. So reading the reviews for the new one makes me want to hear some of it, knowing there’ll be two or three that I’ll love, but I don’t want to stream it and then just buy a couple of songs digitally. Seems wrong somehow even if it makes financial sense. I should really get the vinyl or the cd. Twenty-first century problems eh?

This is an out-and-out classic.

The Mercy Seat (Video Mix)

We Were Born Within An Hour Of Each Other

I like a bit of Nick Cave every now and then but I sometimes think I’d be happy never to hear one of his piano ballads again. Apart from this one- his cover of Pulp’s Disco 2000. Nick Cave takes Jarvis’ tale of school day crushes, lost love, growing up and the turn of the millennium, and slows it right down. Yes, there’s piano, yes, it’s a ballad, but it works a treat. This was released as a B-side to Pulp’s Bad Cover Version single, which presumably was someone’s idea of a joke.

>Side Project Death Match


Nick Cave’s hirsute side project Grinderman get remixed by Faris Badwan’s mascara’d side project Cat’s Eyes to good and somewhat spooky effect. I imagine no-one involved sees these as side projects, but it’s a bit inevitable. Faris Badwan, spindly goth/art-rock front man from the Horrors, has joined up with Canadian classical starlet Rachel Zeffira to make music inspired by Italian horror soundtracks and the 60s girl groups, with an e.p. and album to come. They played their debut gig at the Vatican. Amazingly, they make all these things seem like really good ideas.

When My Baby Comes Cats Eyes Remix.mp3