
This song is not off a Nick Cave album, more's the pity. But this album is excellent. It has
live radio recordings of
Beck doing his Townes Van Zandt impression, plus
John Cale, and
Leonard Cohen, and
Tori, and
Lucinda Williams covering
Nick Drake and... y'know what? Just buy it, okay? (While you're at it, check out the other three volumes as well.)
All I listened to at work last night was Nick Cave. And I love
Murder Ballads with a passion that's deep and wide and other dimensions as well. But this song is so much fun that I decided to post it today, rather than any one of the five songs on Murder Ballads I couldn't live without.
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In contrast to my tendency to avoid discordant music, I have a special fondness for poor coordination between foreground and background vocals. Background singers a beat or two off conjure up how a spontaneous sing-a-long might actually happen among friends (especially when drunk).
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