Omygod another sickeningly intimate lovey-dovey cuddle party by a besotted rock star couple! Eww! Ack! Only this time it’s Nick Cave and PJ Harvey and in between smooches they’re singing about the horrible, horrible consequences of jilting the wrong lover. Hell hath not fury, they say, like a woman scorned. And it’s true. How quickly love and desire curdle into hatred and spite in the face of rejection. It just can’t be forgiven. So much so that sometimes you just have to kill them. That according to Nick and PJ is the height of romance, and I tend to agree. I’d save myself a lot of heartache if I could just murder and dispose of any man who scorns me, but I fear that doing so would be frowned upon by society. It’s a nice fantasy though. I do find it to be a beautiful, lovely song. Very sexy and yes indeed, romantic.