The man from the land of convicts, with a moustache
Playing for their fourth and final time in London this year, Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds lived up to and exceeded expectations I had grown since purchasing a couple of tickets for my friends birthday when they went on sale back in August… Since then I’ve mostly been listening to Dig!!! Lazarus Dig!!! and the Boatmans Call. Mostly Dig!!! Lazarus Dig!!!
Bursting on to stage in his swanky tailored suit, Nick and the band punched their way in to Hold On To Yourself before breaking in to Dig, Lazrus Dig’s title track.
To Nick’s left is a hairy fella who is a permanent member of not only the Bad Seeds but also Nick’s side project, Grinderman, whose song No Pussy Blues is a BMP classic and was pumped through the speakers of Kermit a few times last November. Through out the show Warren Ellis switched between a mini electric guitar and a violen, this due to him replacing the regular guitarist, James Johnston. Behind Nick the rest of the band, two drum kits/percussion set up, bass guitarist and keyboards. It was hard to focus on anything but the Drumming, Ellis and the frontman. Next came Tupelo. Deeply throwen over the audience as if he’d drunk a fresh bottle of flaming whisky, liken to Tom Waits.
The venue reminded me a bit of the Civic, though not quite as nice, possibly a cross between the Civic and the St James mainroom. Troxy staff were strict enough to let you down in to the lower level till you needed to go for a leak. This meant one of my friends weak blader let him down only 4 songs in, after that he was stuck back in the middle level where the toilets and 80% of the standing crowd were.
was soon followed by
We all knew what was to come. The most requested track of the night, Stagger Lee, but not before they were to exit stage for a short time.
On their return, after my own blader had let me down, they broke in to
While the setting wasn’t as close or intimate for such a track, there was no complaining from me. Grade A