{"id":35676,"date":"1997-07-14T00:00:00","date_gmt":"1997-07-14T00:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/reviews\/first-born-is-dead\/"},"modified":"1997-07-14T00:00:00","modified_gmt":"1997-07-14T00:00:00","slug":"first-born-is-dead","status":"publish","type":"review","link":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/reviews\/first-born-is-dead\/","title":{"rendered":"First Born Is Dead"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The concept holding<br \/>\n<i>First Born Is Dead<\/i> together is the lifecycle of someone<br \/>\nspecial; a diety, a messiah, a Christ; and the inevitable<br \/>\nturbulence which will be manifested within the cycle. The album<br \/>\nopens with a thunderburst and a downpour of thick, heavy rain &#8211;<br \/>\nflooding the land (&#8220;Tupelo&#8221;), and ends with a storm and the dying<br \/>\nmoments of &#8220;Blind Lemon Jefferson.&#8221; Like all Cave&#8217;s work, religious<br \/>\nimagery is central to the concepts and characters held within &#8211;<br \/>\nhence the title. The storm is ever present, always in the life of<br \/>\nthe characters &#8211; from the child molesting monster of &#8220;Say Goodbye<br \/>\nTo The Little Girl Tree&#8221; &#8211; to the resignation to suffering of the<br \/>\nhopeless inmate of &#8220;Knockin&#8217; On Joe&#8221;, and the loner &#8211; the outcast<br \/>\nof &#8220;Wanted Man&#8221;. The Devil is on the heels of everyone, looking<br \/>\nback is not an option &#8211; they must always move forward &#8211; the past is<br \/>\nsadness and despair, the future promises no redemption; there is<br \/>\nalways a desperate foreboding in this world and the next.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Tupelo&#8221; is the start of the storm (&#8220;A Big Black Cloud Come&#8221;). A<br \/>\nsong which sets out to redefine Elvis &#8211; mixing the Presley myths,<br \/>\nwith Old Testament myth &#8211; essentially providing an explanation as<br \/>\nto the very lifecycle of the King. It allegorizes Elvis as the<br \/>\nmessiah, left to carry the burden (by force of fate) throughout his<br \/>\nyears in this mortal coil. Cave&#8217;s work is always based on a grander<br \/>\nscale than most; from the outset Cave believes in a grand scheme,<br \/>\npeople do not make their own destinies &#8211; fate predetermines. The<br \/>\nbloated Elvis, languishing in kitch 70s Vegas, a joke, a junkie &#8211; a<br \/>\nfigure of fun, slashing his soul open for the entertainment of the<br \/>\npaying public &#8211; not there to watch a performance &#8211; but to witness a<br \/>\nonce proud national hero debase himself for their pleasure. Cave&#8217;s<br \/>\nsong gives us insight into what burden the King was carrying and<br \/>\nthe forces of fate being the primary instigator &#8211;<\/p>\n<p class=\"c4\">Saturday gives what Sunday steals \/<\/p>\n<p class=\"c4\">and a child is born on the brothers heels \/<\/p>\n<p class=\"c4\">Sunday mornin the firstborn dead \/<\/p>\n<p class=\"c4\">with a shoebox tied and a ribbon a red<\/p>\n<p>Like Christ himself, the King had a cross to bear &#8211; he spent his<br \/>\nwhole life coming to terms, trying to comprehend the hand which<br \/>\nfate had dealt him. Someone like Elvis was always going to be<br \/>\nspecial, he never asked for it &#8211; Now do you understand what you did<br \/>\nto Elvis?<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Say Goodbye To The Little Girl Tree&#8221; is the epilogue of a<br \/>\ndesparate man, who has developed an obsession with a young girl.<br \/>\nUnlike most rock standards dealing with such a subject &#8211; Chuck<br \/>\nBerry and&#8221;Little Queenie,&#8221; Rolling Stones and &#8220;Stray Cat Blues,&#8221;<br \/>\nwhich glamorize the sleaziness of underage women, celebrate it even<br \/>\n&#8211; Cave resists this. However sickening they may be, Cave&#8217;s<br \/>\ncharacter does have feelings. Cave acknowledges the desparation and<br \/>\ndeep rooted torment a man in such a position must be feeling. &#8220;I<br \/>\nrise up her girl child lumps and sliping knots \/ into her laden<br \/>\nboughs&#8221; interjects Cave, as the Character relises that the little<br \/>\ngirl is more important and pure than he, who is decayed and evil.<br \/>\nAlthough giving little detail to the background of his character,<br \/>\nCave manages to reveal enough &#8211; a broken down, lonesome reprobate &#8211;<br \/>\nleft to roam an uncaring and contradictory world &#8211; like Martin<br \/>\nBlanchard in Bukowski&#8217;s<br \/>\n<i>The Fiend<\/i>. He knows he cannot remain here after knowing this<br \/>\ngirl, he is resigned to his fate. Cave&#8217;s character wants the girl<br \/>\nto stay as she is &#8211; he can&#8217;t harm her &#8211; she is too special, too<br \/>\nprecious &#8211; &#8220;With this silver hoop of wire \/ I bind your maiden<br \/>\nmainstem just to keep you as a child&#8221; &#8211; the character can only keep<br \/>\nthe memory pure by bringing his own existence to an end.<\/p>\n<p>Some believe Cave to be the most mysoginistic songwriter around,<br \/>\npersonally I think to hold this opinion is to not understand where<br \/>\nhe&#8217;s coming from &#8211; why not try listening to the words?<\/p>\n<p>Anyway &#8211; moving on we have &#8220;Black Crow King&#8221;:A portrait of<br \/>\nChrist (or a would be Christ) dying on his cross, crowned in<br \/>\nthorns, alone as the storm rolls in. He is no hero now, the<br \/>\ngreatness has left him, he is naked &#8211; his followers have gone. &#8220;My<br \/>\nshadow&#8217;s made of timber&#8221; poignant words which cast a glance over<br \/>\nfuture years &#8211; He knows the shadow will become a spectre on his<br \/>\nvisions and prophecies &#8211; almost rendering them meaningless. The<br \/>\nfollowers have experienced the man, listened to his words, they<br \/>\ndon&#8217;t need him anymore &#8211; it was the followers who elevated him to<br \/>\nthe platform history gives him. As he writhes in pain, he realises<br \/>\nhis greatest torment is the perversion and twisting of his words<br \/>\nwhich will echo down the ages &#8211; &#8220;the storm is rolling down on me&#8221;.<br \/>\nChrist is left with nothing but crows, awaiting the departure of<br \/>\nhis soul. Blixa Bargeld&#8217;s guitar softly, strums out a melody, as<br \/>\nCave&#8217;s every word is echoed (hollow) by the Bad Seeds; his words<br \/>\nare reduced to meaningless sounds. Was this really Christ&#8217;s self<br \/>\nimage?<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Blind Lemon Jefferson&#8221; represents the end of the lifecycle &#8211;<br \/>\nthe dying man laying down to face the inevitable end; as the<br \/>\n&#8220;Sycamore stretches its arms across the storm&#8221;. The song fades in<br \/>\nand out slowly &#8211; harmonica setting the tone &#8211; all long notes and<br \/>\nsorrow &#8211; eventually developing into blues; slide gutars and heavy<br \/>\nbass, with big beating drums &#8211; like a slow motion march through the<br \/>\nmud and swamps of the Mississippi &#8211; you can feel the humidity here;<br \/>\nNew Orleans funeral procession beats&#8217;n&#8217;blues. Crows once more hover<br \/>\nawaiting the final moments (&#8220;tap-tap-a-tappin&#8221;) &#8211; waiting to carry<br \/>\nthe soul to the trials yet to come. The locomotive is the metaphor<br \/>\nfor the journey to judgement, like &#8220;People Get Ready&#8221; only with<br \/>\ngreater depth &#8211; as if the burden being carried is much too much,<br \/>\nwill death give redemption? The listener can feel the bleakness,<br \/>\nbut not sadness or regret; death is a fact of life &#8211; inevitable.<br \/>\nJefferson knows this, he accepts; the day ends, night begins &#8211; &#8220;If<br \/>\nthat sky serves as his eyes \/ then that moon is a cataract&#8221;&#8230;.<\/p>\n<p>\n<i>First Born Is Dead<\/i> is an excellent record. Music made<br \/>\nreflecting Cave&#8217;s own problems and obsessions &#8211; his second solo LP<br \/>\nand he is clearly (perhaps egotistically) feeling an inevitable<br \/>\nimpossibility to deliver to his listeners anything approaching the<br \/>\nheights scaled by his previous band. I feel he represents all these<br \/>\nfeeling well in this album.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":8,"featured_media":24472,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"tags":[],"artist":[5785],"rating":[5617],"class_list":["post-35676","review","type-review","status-publish","has-post-thumbnail","artist-nick-cave-and-the-bad-seeds","rating-rating-b-plus"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/review\/35676","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/review"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/review"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/8"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=35676"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/review\/35676\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/24472"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=35676"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=35676"},{"taxonomy":"artist","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/artist?post=35676"},{"taxonomy":"rating","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dailyvault.adishjain.in\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/rating?post=35676"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}