Tuesday, December 1st, 2009

The Dirty Three In A Hotel Room, With Nick Cave On Keys

Instrumental rock is a tough sell. It's hard to sing along with, for starters. (What I am supposed to do with this hairbrush, brush my hair?) And it's often boring, a film score without the film. But Australia's Dirty Three do it right. Really right. Violinist Warren Ellis is like Jethro Tull's Ian Anderson without the flute and the ren-fair tunics (and, of course, the singing)-all shambling madman with crazy eyes and messed-up hair and guitar-hero chops and poses. Drummer Jim White and guitarist Mick Turner provide him with elegant, restrained romance for backdrop. By all means, see them live if you get the chance. Here, in this Pitchfork video clip, they play in a hotel room, with guest keyboardist Nick Cave. (Who, we reiterate, we love, despite what he did to The Road.) It's long, eight minutes, and it starts off slow and quiet. But by the end, it's like driving on the rim of an erupting volcano. Watch!

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Flashman (#418)

I'd always imagined, since I bought 'Whatever You Love, You Are' (which I adore), that this Warren Ellis character would be kind of a fey, skinny nerd – like Owen Palette, that other fiddle maestro.
So I was amazed and delighted when I finally saw a picture of this demonic-looking mountain man.
But all that hair can't be too comfortable when you're chillaxin on Bondi Beach.

Jetpacks (#2,220)

Dave, buddy. Are you OK? Are you depressed? I am after listening to this dirge. Yes, it gets raucous in the end, but in the same way a drunken wake might.

Dave Bry (#422)

But that's GOOD. Like Elton said, sad songs say so much.

Ken Layne (#262)

Wretched & beautiful.

blatanville (#860)

I saw Dirty Three live at Lee's Palace, here in Toronto, a few years ago, and it was SPIRITUAL!
And they played my request for the encore!

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