And tonight Matthew, I’m going to be… Nick Cave! And off Gabriel Bruce pops, only to re emerge in a cloud of dry ice and parping horns, dead ringer for everyone’s favourite antipodean murder balladeer. Perfect Weather is the greatest track that Cave never wrote, and it comes with an excellent, suitably grim video in which Bruce’s corpse reanimates, dances, then dies once more on the cliffs of England. It’s probably going to take Bruce years to escape the Cave comparisons, largely because he sounds just like him, and makes the music a young Cave would make in 2012. Still, what’s not to like about that? We’ll just go ahead and give this single of the week.