Breathless Nick Cave fans make me want to not like him at all. (And while we’re on it, that fucking song of his, Breathless, that’s just about the single fucking worst thing he’s done!) But I am not not-a-Nick-Cave-fan. I am a fan. And I first heard about The Birthday Party by reading about Cave. You see, I wasn’t super-convinced by Cave on first hearing; it was Murder Ballads that won me over. From there, I was in. And into it all.
So I read a couple of bios back to back and the “King Ink” volumes of Nick’s lyrics and plays and things. So to start with The Birthday Party was only mythic to me. Just heard about them. Watched the docos, read the books, the lyrics, never heard the music.
And then I bought a compilation – called “Hits” or something. And did they ever really have hits? I realise it was an ironic title.
Anyway, I’ve never delved deeper. There’s more than enough stuff featuring Cave in the world anyway.
But I hear this – Junkyard – the band’s third studio album and I feel like now is the time for me and The Birthday Party.
I wonder not so much why I missed this – but I’m definitely glad to have found it now. Fearsome and ominous and clanging and clashing and a hot mess – in the best possible way.