|Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds | Boatman's Call, 1997|
"The love song must be borne into the realm of the irrational, the absurd, the distracted, the melancholic, the obsessive and the insane, for it is the clamour of love itself, and love is, of course, a form of madness.
Sad Waters, Black Hair, I Let Love In, Deanna, From Her To Eternity, Nobody's Baby Now, Into My Arms, Lime Tree Arbour, Lucy, Straight To You, I am proud of these songs. Mostly, they were the offspring of complicated pregnancies and difficult and painful births. Most are rooted in direct personal experience and were conceived for a variety of reasons, but this rag-tag group of love songs are, at the death, all the same thing - lifelines thrown into the galaxies by a drowning man.