Melancholic poetry enveloped in elemental blacks and radiant whites—Dominik's filmmaking is almost mythical, here. Cave's pain is obviously inarticulable, at least through words, but Skeleton Tree is a conduit for pure feeling. The album is utterly raw, a nerve carved into with the jagged cuts of an emotional hatchet; the film is the scar tissue.
Impossible ache is caught in the throat and suffocating the heart, but there's a level of resilience. Grief has its own gravity but sunbeams and starlight can still swirl inside creativity's black and white.