On 8 January I was very happy to note that David Bowie had resurfaced majestically. There’s further good news for music lovers: Nick Cave has a new album (with the Bad Seeds) out (Push the Sky Away) and it is also a return to form. Indeed it is one of those exceptional albums where every single track is very good or better and it is still growing on me. My better half described it as a work of maturity, with none of the bolshie bad boy business of the hard rocker. We’re closer here to the Murder Ballads. For a taster, try Higgs Boson Blues. Now all we need is for Paul Auster to publish a novel up there at the same level as Moon Palace or The New York Trilogy.