What could be better to set a mood for a sticky sweaty summer night than a creepy af record from a Nick Cave collaborator and David Lynch soundtrackee (an artist who appeared on a soudtrack, look it up)? Especially when everybody outside is barely dressed and the record title alludes to a dude who killed his dad and fucked his momma (albeit unknowingly)? Yay, Barry Adamson! The story goes smth ...