The humor and grit that Nick Cave, Warren Ellis, Martyn P. Casey, and Jim Sclavunos have duct-taped Grinderman together from is an anguished, low-down testament to (and break from) the 30-odd years they've spent crafting baroque and poetic caterwauls with Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, the mercurial collective that they've more or less maintained since 1984. Whenever Grinderman is brought up, Nick Cave understandably takes center stage, a magnetic, dark, and finely tailored man of mystery...who could barely play the guitar he strapped on when Grinderman began. So while Cave may provide the ambiance and verve, the bulk of their sonic weight is the product of Warren Ellis's multi-instrumental meanderings, which work like a katana jammed into an electrical outlet (in interviews he's also at least as charming as Cave). Live, they seem like apparitions from the future, spreading word of the danger in safety and the power of not giving a fuck. 18+.
Tue., Nov. 23, 7 p.m., 2010