More than three decades into Nick Cave’s career, it’s becoming increasingly clear that he can never be anything but the coolest guy in rock ’n’ roll, even when he’s trying not to. The two albums he made with his group Grinderman—2007’s Grinderman and 2010’s Grinderman 2—were self-deprecating, seriocomic portraits of the artist as a lecherous old lothario falling apart at the seams, and they still managed to kick out more raw sexual charisma than any record a twentysomething rocker released in either year. His latest album, Push the Sky Away (Bad Seed Ltd.), is his 15th with the Bad Seeds, and it stands out in a catalog packed with amazing music. Nick Cave in his 50s is a different and in many ways more compelling figure than Nick Cave in his 20s—what was at first merely sinister has grown darkly graceful as well, and the patina that his voice has acquired with age makes him sound downright diabolical. When he brings up Miley Cyrus in the hypnotic existential freak-out “Higgs Boson Blues,” I feel legitimately concerned for the girl’s well-being. —Miles Raymer Sharon Van Etten opens.