Grinderman: GrindermanAnti-: 4/10/2007
A few years ago, I met Lydia Lunch at a local gallery where she was showing some of her photography. Stupidly, the only thing I thought to ask her about was the Immaculate Consumptive shows she did in 1984 with Clint Ruin, Marc Almond and Nick Cave. I can only imagine how annoying this might have been to her. She is an accomplished woman with many years in the arts, including fiction, poetry and photography, and all I could manage to ask was something like, "What was it like working with Nick Cave?" I couldn't help it though. I have always wished I had been there to experience the Immaculate Consumptive. The energy must have been so exhilarating, with four of the most original minds in music collaborating in various combinations on the same stage. This was when Cave was still verile and aggressive, and his performances must have been stunning.
With Grinderman, the aggression that was a hallmark of Cave's early work is back. Not that I'm complaining about the tenderness of his more recent work with the Bad Seeds, as I love that aspect as well. But make no mistake - Cave will still fuck you in half using only his giant moustache. Grinderman is lascivious and perverse and should probably be registered as a sex offender. Cave manages to make euphemisms for fucking sound even dirtier than direct references. At the age of 50, Cave is finally old enough to pull off the dirty old man/DILF vibe and make you believe it. Grinderman is the kind of album that will put you on your back on a lazy susan and spin you hard. Just lay back and enjoy the ride.
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