Grinderman 2

If you read this website then I assume that you have a large pair of balls (physical or metaphorical). This impediment may make you the type of human that drools over the sight of a ’69 Triumph Scrambler being ridden past you. You may buckle to the sight of a calf muscle pulsating while perched above the ankle of a thoroughbred female. You might shoot guns into empty beer cans while standing next to a mountain or you might dive deep into the Amazon River in search of an elusive man-eating catfish. You are a man. You eat, breath and drink fire and brimstone. And because of this, you are selective of the music that you feed your manly brain.

This is Red Meat Reviews and we like our steaks rare, bloody, and marbleized. So when we feast upon the flank of a slaughtered beast, whilst we moisten our palette with the finest whiskey, there is only one thing that we rather listen to… Grinderman. And what we here at RMR have been listening to enthusiastically for the past few days is the new album from The Nick Cave and the Bad Seed’s side project. Grinderman 2 does not disappoint being another album inspired by man’s struggle with lust, passion, broken hearts and desire. Nick Cave is arguably one of the best lyricists living today and his band produces the right sound to help deliver his message.

Grinderman 2 is another example of how Nick Cave simply continues to improve musically. His lyrics have always been top notch, but often his albums were meant to be listened to while drowning your sorrows behind a bar, a pack of cigarettes and a bottle of gin.  His new music does much more than that. It makes you want to forget your sorrows by urging you to get up, grab the best-looking or closest girl around and dance. Grinderman produces music that comes straight from the testicles. It is Warren Oates and Steve McQueen taking you out to the dessert of Nevada to shoot guns, eat peyote, race motorcycles and pick up show girls to take to the illegal cockfights before heading back to their hotel rooms.

Grinderman 2 is one cool motherfucker of an album with only one fault, not enough songs. I like to think that this was done on purpose. Too many songs might make lesser men crumble and fall dead on the spot. I, for one, was willing to take that risk. Buying this album is not a risk.

5 Bloody Steaks.

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