| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
|
| ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| >> Static Item >> Review >> Music >> ID #1588927 |
| |||||||||||||
|
NICK CAVE & THE BAD SEEDS, LIVE @THE FORUM, MELBOURNE 2003
Spider-like, all spindly limbs, Nick strutted the stage, voice alternately rich velvet then parched, cracked desert. Stock still, Blixa’s guitar shrieked, wailed, fedback. Warren’s fiddle soared above Conway’s organ dirge. Twelve-string acoustic in Mick Harvey’s hands drove music. Thomas Wylder’s drums pounded relentless beats alongside Martyn’s bassline. Crowd howled for favourite tunes; Nick seated at piano now, coaxing mournful melodies from ivory keys. Older songs blended with new ones, showcasing a twenty-year, thirteen-album career. Faux Greek columns stretched into artificial star spangled night sky above - perfect backdrop to Bad Seeds’ gothic excess and bible black humour.
© Copyright 2009 Vampyr14 (UN: vampyr14 at Writing.Com).
All rights reserved.
Vampyr14 has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work. |