But I know, darling, that you do
Following on from the menacing 'Murder Ballads' came this more intimate collection from 1997.
Gone are the gloomy narratives; that murky malevolent heart of darkness is replaced by brooding heartache. The songs are low key, the arrangements beautifully understated. Shimmering strings suggest redemption whilst the lyrics speak of inner struggle; the voice is magnificently sombre and emotionally adroit amidst the confusion.
Lost and found, our Nick is hopelessly hopeful; denying the presence of angels but praying for their guidance. Has there ever been a more appropriately named crooner?
Cave might be conflicted by his shadowy angst, but at least he's searching for some kind of light.
This is pitch perfect gothic melancholia.