Nick Cave, the Australian punk turned literary death-rocker, is among the greatest frontmen in rock-and-roll. Hyperbole? Nope, check the math: You add the feral swagger of Iggy Pop to the cabaret poise of David Bowie, then factor in the utterly shameless mustache of -- eh, that guy from Gogol Bordello, maybe? What about that mustache? Doubtless it's important: In his clean-shaven decades, Cave was writing tender piano ballads like "Love Letter" and "Into Your Arms," the only two breathers in his otherwise amphetamine-paced 18-song exorcism ... (more)