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Although Nick Cave's emotional intensity hasn't exactly waned in recent years, he's tended to couch his obsessive-compulsive musings in calmer hues -- murder ballads, as he likes to call them. Nocturama is peppered with such troubadour-styled allegories, but much of the disc is given over to the utterly unhinged passion that Cave loosed throughout his days with the Birthday Party (and the better part of the Bad Seeds nascence). On "Dead Man in My Bed," his mad cackle conjures up harrowing padded-cell visions, while the draining 14-minute closer, "Babe, I'm on Fire," ramps up visions of the River Styx (and we don't mean Dennis DeYoung's band) with an intensity worthy of Dante's Inferno. His backing band -- keyed by the alternately shadowy and stark violin playing of Dirty Three man Warren Ellis (who really shines on the oblique lament "Right Out of Your Hand") -- walks a fine line between film-noir moodiness and swamp-thing creepiness, with Cave seemingly just as comfortable -- and just as compelling -- in either setting. David Sprague, Barnes & Noble