Red Hot Chili Peppers’ madcap bass magician Flea is stepping away from the low-end funk thunder to make… a trumpet album. Yep, you read that right, mun — he’s blowing horn instead of minds this time. And who’s joining him? None other than Nick Cave, the Prince of Gothic Croon himself.

The revelation dropped in classic Cave fashion — sideways and slightly savage. While revisiting his infamous Chili Peppers quip (the one where he basically said he’d rather gargle bleach than listen to them 😅), Cave casually slipped in that he’s actually working with Flea on the project. Talk about a plot twist.

🎺 Flea: Funk Bassist, Jazz Horn Blower

Hardcore fans already know Flea’s not just about shirtless stage dives and slap-bass face-melters. The man’s been slipping trumpet into RHCP tracks since the early days, and he’s played alongside the likes of Jane’s Addiction, Young MC, and even Johnny Cash (proper job that, fair play). But this time, it’s not just a cameo — it’s a full record. A trumpet-led, jazz-fusion, experimental, maybe slightly unhinged record.

🖤 Nick Cave: Brooding Narrator of the Apocalypse

Enter Nick Cave, the man who can make ordering a kebab sound like a gothic sermon. Cave’s collaboration with Flea is the ultimate oil-and-water combo: funk-fuelled brass meets death-soaked balladry. Imagine a New Orleans funeral march where the coffin bursts open and starts breakdancing. That’s the kind of energy we’re expecting here.

⚡ What Might It Sound Like?

Let’s speculate wildly (as we love to do):

  • 🎶 Track One: Funky trumpet groove with Cave whispering about the end of the world.
  • 🎶 Track Two: Free-jazz meltdown where Flea squeals like Miles Davis while Cave stares into your soul.
  • 🎶 Track Three: A moody, slow-burner — brass echoing like church bells while Cave intones: “The trumpet shall sound… and so shall despair.”

It could be a glorious mess. It could be genius. It could be both. Either way, we’re strapping in.

🍻 Why This Matters

Flea and Cave represent two sides of rock’s wild coin — one a hyperactive funk alien in day-glo shorts, the other a trench-coated prophet of doom. Them making an album together is like seeing Lemmy at a tea party with Morrissey: ridiculous on paper, but you know you’d pay good money to watch it unfold.

👉 So, Chili Peppers fans, Nick Cave disciples, and curious trumpet nerds — get ready. Flea’s brass assault is coming, and Cave’s moody magic is along for the ride. Diolch and goodnight. 🤘