Nick Cave got a new disguise? Oh, yes, he did! The only thing left from the good ol' figure are the sincerity and the poetic spirit... and something else. What's new? Astonishingly dirty, in a non-commercial way, I repeat, dirty sound - greasy acid guitar impressions and Bukowski-style alcoholic apathy with an attitude. Or worse - like Jim Morrison after a bucket of mescaline, talking to lizards in the middle of a desert. And to top it all - more dirt! And Jim Sclavunos, Martyn Casey and Warren Ellis from his well-known band The Bad Seeds are helping out. Grinderman though is something more than some old man's shit-talking, noisy, hairy, sweaty, drunk rock'n'roll with a hell of an artist for a frontman! Even worse - we have this "cheesy" lyrical mood! The four are definitely surprising with this direction, getting nearer to the one of the legends The Stooges 30 years ago, even more than The Stooges themselves in their latest comeback album. It seems in Grinderman they rediscover their sense of humor, with the accent on the misery of advanced in age rock stars, less and less having the chance to get laid (listen to the first single "No Pussy Blues"). The message is loud and clear: Go tell the women we evolved! Oh, yes, they did! And no, this is not another album deliberately copying the idea of bad production, pretending to sound original. This is Nick Cave, after all.