Once Nick Cave finished his last major round of detox a few years back, he instituted a daily routine of getting up at 7 a.m. to write music obsessively. And it was starting to show. Cave's discs since 1997 -- often intense, achingly beautiful detours from the Bad Seeds' sex 'n' death trip -- were getting predictable in their lonely piano-man lurch. Finally, Cave ditched his chateau and started touring again. Then came a new lease on life with the big indie Anti-, a refuge for aging edgy rockers (Tom Waits, Billy Bragg,... More >>>