After a visceral detour into feral horndog garage ribaldry via his Grinderman project, gothic rock's wiliest bard is back for his 15th (!) record with The Bad Seeds, and it's a softer, gentler, even more intimidating affair. Unsettling anti-ballads like "We Real Cool" (dark bass pulse, gorgeous strings) dominate here, amid tons of R-rated mermaid imagery ("Their legs wide to the world like bibles open") and oddball digressions like the Miley Cyrus-referencing "Higgs Boson Blues." Thesis: "It's the will of love/ It's the thrill of love/ Ah, but the chill of love is comin' on." Bundle up.