This came out in 2000 — or at least that’s when I got it. Here’s what I said about it back then (with some minor editing):
If Tom Waits wrote the soundtrack to Cabaret.
If Marlene Dietrich joined The B-52’s. If Cowboy Junkies donned shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather for a tribute to Kurt Weill. If Exene and John Doe were from the Weimar Republic. If Bertold Brecht ran a New York indie label. If Liz Phair fronted a Velvet Underground tribute band. If Nick Cave had a sex change and The Bad Seeds covered Lou Reed’s Berlin. If Morphine were Nico’s backing band. If any of these were true, there might be another band a deliciously decadent, desperate and world-weary as these co-ed, post-modern torch balladeers from New York. But there isn’t. No ifs, ands or buts.
