Grinderman’s debut wasn’t a joke, but it often felt like the perfect prank. It was record full of throbbing, winkingly misogynistic sleaze-anthems from respectable, literary types who should know better— basically,miserabilist post-punk cock-rock for grad students. It was a sonic snot-rocket, and it was wonderful, but Nick Cave and company face a problem with their sophomore release, Grinderman 2: is it possible for a band that celebrates immaturity to… gulp… mature? Judging solely from the song titles (“Worm Tamer,” “Heathen Child”) the answer would appear to be no, but while Cave hasn’t abandoned the major G-Man lyrical concerns (sex, evil, sex, one-liners, sex), he has, along with wayward Bad Seeds Warren Ellis, Martyn Casey and Jim Sclavunos, inched the group towards musical maturity.Cave’s noisy, dentist-drill guitar work is still prominently featured, but occasionally it takes on pedal-warped psychedelic tones as the songs stretch out beyond the band’s typical garage-rock template, like on the swirling violin-heavy “When My Baby Comes.” Of course, this being a Grinderman album most people will come for the skuzzy hooks, but stay for the tossedoff punchlines.In maybe the album’s best zinger, Cave’s incompetent male narrator tries to seduce a woman by telling her she has, “the ugliest fucking kids I’ve ever seen.” Boys will be boys, and, thankfully, Grindermen will be Grindermen.