Nick Cave takes us on down the road to madness. Shooting up heroin in Berlin had already been done by the time Nick Cave felt compelled to go do it, but he put his own spit on it, and came back with an unmatched vision of squalor and depravity. As usual, the music is steeped in violence and obsession, ideas about romance straight out of gothic novels and penny dreadfuls. It’s not a happy land. What fell away? Not some woman. The potential of the future, the freedom of the untrod road, innocence, an open heart. All those things fall away.