Concert review: Grinderman at the Riviera
The women in Nick Cave’s Grinderman songs come on strong. A worm tamer, heathen child and spider goddess -- they’re a handful. The guys should be overwhelmed, but they act like they’ve got nothing to lose except their dignity.
At the Riviera on Monday, Grinderman explored and exploded the tension in Cave’s songs: on one side, subject matter cloaked in biblical drama; on the other, the psychosexual splatter of pulp novels, low-budget noir movies and bad drunks talking to themselves at the end of a bar.
That collision is what makes Grinderman grind, and Cave and his accomplices – multi-instrumentalist Warren Ellis, bassist Martyn Casey, drummer Jim Sclavunos – jumped into the ready-made conflict with glee.
My guess is the guys were smiling like poker players holding a full house, but who could really tell beneath all that camouflage? There was enough Rasputin-like facial hair on stage to populate several Russian novels. Cave was the sole clean-shaven band member and wore a tailored suit, but he was the most raffish of all – karate-kicking in time to cymbal crashes and leaping over the stage monitors to bark at the nearly capacity audience. Within minutes he had pulled Ellis to the floor, and the two continued their wrestling match between songs.
It was that kind of night, with Grinderman playing the squirming, thrashing, out-of-control brat to its more expansive, more carefully articulated big brother band, the Bad Seeds. Cave has been making Bad Seeds records since the early ‘80s, and Grinderman emerged only in the last few years as a leaner, less refined offshoot. But after two albums, the quartet now clearly has its own formidable identity, and it can go toe-to-toe with any rock band for sheer ferociousness.
The first five songs were comparable to bare-knuckle fists landing with lethal force. Casey’s bass roamed like a rogue rhino, and Sclavunos slammed out fat, syncopated beats on his tom-toms and kick drum. Cave stabbed at his guitar, and Ellis coasted over his foot pedals making his guitar, mandocaster and fiddle shriek. There was no attempt to articulate notes. Rather this was about laying a foundation of hip-shake shimmy and noise beneath Cave’s vocals. He howled like a wolf on “Mickey Mouse and the Goodbye Man” and made like a libidinous Loch Ness monster on “Worm Tamer.” The humor flew as thick and nasty as the lusty come-ons.
It’s possible to hear Grinderman as a brutal take on mid-life crisis, that point where mortality prompts even the most rational adults to act like desperate, spoiled children. Cave has no pity for these half-century-old creatures, perhaps because he is one himself. Instead, he mocks them, goads them on, and sets their misadventures to coruscating music.
In “Kitchenette,” he was the preacher as backdoor man, testifying to his undying desire with comical intensity. In the next song, he played the aging lothario sucking in his belly and petting “her revolting little Chihuahua,” only to be turned down with ruthless regularity. Even a promise of the “Palaces of Montezuma” wasn’t enough to buy a little love. At which point, Ellis stomped on a foot pedal and made his guitar sound like a trash compactor. So much for the flowers of romance.
greg@gregkot.com
Grinderman set list Monday at the Riviera:
1 Mickey Mouse and the Goodbye Man
2 Worm Tamer
3 Get it on
4 Heathen Child
5 Evil
6 When My Baby Comes
7 What I Know
8 Honey Bee (Let's Fly to Mars)
9 Kitchenette
10 No Pussy Blues
11 Bellringer Blues
Encore:
12 Palaces of Montezuma
13 When My Love Comes Down
14 Man in the Moon
15 Love Bomb
16 Grinderman
Great review Greg! It was a great out of control brat of a show!
Posted by: Pat | November 23, 2010 at 12:52 AM
God. I wish I went!!
Posted by: robert | November 23, 2010 at 08:07 AM
Spot on review. Tho I like both albums, I've really grown fond of the new one. The music accompanying Cave's lyrics is both rocking and uncompromising at the same time, stretching the listener's musical boundaries. It's too bad the majority of acts today don't follow suit by engaging and challenging their intended audiences like Cave has throughout his career. I still listen to Birthday Party today because the music is memorable, and I deplore nostalgia.
Now, I want to see The Bad Seeds.
Posted by: kjb666 | November 23, 2010 at 12:48 PM
amazing show... last time they came to town was stellar as well and had some bad seed encores. i thought they had peaked a bit early this time around... the whole show was great, but those first four songs were mindblowing. everything after no pootie blues was good but felt underwhelming after the first half of the show.
Posted by: j | November 23, 2010 at 02:13 PM
Mindblowing show. I was about 10-15 feet from the stage. Ellis created some absolutely guttural sounds and was truly a sight to see. Better than the Metro show a few years back (where the encore consisted of Bad Seeds hits). Grinderman has definitely become its own thing.
Posted by: jimmy | November 23, 2010 at 02:25 PM
Ummm...last time they played chicago they did 9 songs. Just the first record.
The Bad Seeds encore is pure mythology. Never happened.
Posted by: Angus | November 23, 2010 at 03:41 PM
Bad Seeds encore was reality. The first time they played here. Look up the setlist.
http://www.setlist.fm/setlist/grinderman/2007/metro-chicago-il-6bd5b21e.html
Posted by: BB | November 23, 2010 at 06:25 PM
Isn't that how all rock concerts are? One person argues that something happened and another person has absolutely no recollection at all? Rock on Space Brain you know what rules and what doesn't exist.
Posted by: Burnout Watcher | November 28, 2010 at 09:28 PM