Stripped down and grown up--though still ghoulish and grave--Cave the storyteller has turned into something of a vampire Bruce Springsteen. or singer PJ Harvey, with whom he had a brief relationship around that time (as referenced in "West Country Girl", "Black Hair" and "Green Eyes"). The golden era of Australia's gothic gang - Each comes as a two-disc set, the remastered album and a DVD with a 5. El álbum sigue con un nivel insuperable, "Lime Tree Arbour", "People Ain`t No Good", "(Are You) The One That I've Been Waiting For?

Originally released in 1997, gone were the menacing, troubled tunes of yore; instead, here was a selection of graceful, minimal, melancholic numbers that saw Cave reflect on spirituality, loves past and present, and almost atoning for past indiscretions. The religious motifs of Brompton Oratory, an album highlight, and There Is a Kingdom lend an air of a man coming to terms with his place in the world, with subtle churchy murmurs over drum machines.

The songs are arranged around acoustic instruments and would reveal any pressing faults or imperfections like pops or background noise. It’s a battle we can’t help but feel privileged to witness, and one that we hope Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds will continue to fight for years to come. Into My Arms" is of course a classic and a song I was aware of (and loved) before listening to the whole album.

Cave urged the group to embellish as little as possible, seeking to maintain the primary focus on his lyrics and stark solo piano playing, allowing their naked and vulnerable emotional qualities to shine through unvarnished. Amid the ashes of a world unable to exorcise its demons, Nick actually finds love; a strange, twisted, doomed love, perhaps--but love nevertheless.

Recording for the album began at Sarm West Studios in London, United Kingdom in mid-1996, with "The Garden Duet", one of the album's outtakes, being the first song recorded.

Many of the lyrics seem to reflect on Cave's personal relationships and spiritual yearnings at the time of writing. We don’t share your credit card details with third-party sellers, and we don’t sell your information to others. People Ain't No Good" is an especial work of genius - without meaning to give too much away, the last verse in particular is both devastating and (almost) funny in its bleakness.

He has begun to find a quiet grace, and perhaps even beauty, past all the darkness that's long consumed him. Into My Arms is a love song so perfect you wonder why any other composition of its kind bothers to go up against a ballad that all others should rightfully refer to as ‘Sir’. To calculate the overall star rating and percentage breakdown by star, we don’t use a simple average. These are your actual songs of faith and devotion, and by Cave’s own admission his most personal album to date.

Non-personalized content and ads are influenced by things like the content you’re currently viewing and your location (ad serving is based on general location). And his continued insecurity surrounding emotional honesty has shone through when he states that “confessional writing is a dead end, there’s something about making heroic your own little pains that sticks in my craw. His brief dalliance with Polly Harvey, whom he became infatuated with after their Henry Lee duet on Murder Ballads, is referenced on Green Eyes, Black Hair and the more direct West Country Girl. The video proved an evocative forecast of their troubled but passionate affair, which disintegrated after just a few months together. Having collaborated previously on the Murder Balladsfolk-cover ‘Henry Lee’, the pair had hit it off on the video shoot for that very song – an erotic, bare-bones scene which found the two-singers wrapped around one-another, locked deep in lustful stares and lyrical whispers.No band on their 10th album should have much more to say, but taking this turn for the reflective helped reignite The Bad Seeds and further secured their legacy. But few could have guessed that Cave would bookend this period with what remains his most tender and honest record; a naked account of love and loss created in a period of personal and stylistic transition.