Royal Albert Hall – London / UK – May 3rd, 2015
Another day, another concert. This time in the beautiful Royal Albert Hall. As you will probably see from my pictures, I had an interesting seat on the right side of the stage but which was also in it’s “continuity”. To be honest I wasn’t pleased at first as I got to see Nick’s back 80% of the time but I warmed up to it and eventually it gave me the opportunity to see it from another perspective and to focus more on Thomas, Marty and Larry.
The setlist didn’t differ much from the previous night but I thought the atmosphere was different as everybody stayed seated. Instead of the audience looking to interact with Nick Cave, he was the one looking for some contact. Jumping off the stage and walking in the aisles a couple of times much to the despair of the tech guy. There was also a funny moment where two women and a guy were taken on stage only to be kinda forgotten there while Nick was singing. They got a group hug as soon as he went back to them which was really sweet moment.
Again if you want to (re)live this moment, you can buy the recording over here. I personally bought the mp3s and I can garantee you that the sound is absolutely fantastic and crisp.
Update: The site has stopped selling the official live recording. You might still find in on eBay.
The Weeping Song
Red Right Hand
Higgs Boson Blues
The Ship Song
From Her to Eternity
STranger Than Kindness
Into My Arms
West Country Girl
the Mercy Seat
And No More Shall We Part
Jack The Ripper
Up Jumped The Devil
The Lyre Of Orpheus
Push the Sky Away
During this tour, I have met quite a few fans and among them is Lucy. She wrote a wonderful review on her Facebook page and I thought it’d be a shame not to share it with more people so here it is.
Review from Lucy Beth – West Midlands Girl
I attended mass at Brompton Oratory in the morning, and was overtaken as soon as on the steps. A song of sinners was written in the pews.
I arrived at the RHA stage door just after 1pm, and spent the afternoon waiting (just in case), chatting to crew, venue staff and other fans, and wandering the venue when not really allowed.
Heard some fantastic and hilarious stories from someone who has worked on recordings with him for many years, apparently there’s a wealthy back catalogue which has never been released.
Managed to hear them sound check Tupelo, Stranger than Kindness and Nobody’s Baby Now.
I was given a back up seat due to health problems, with much thanks to the venue and their excellent staff.
I was concerned about being so far away from the stage in the venue. But (even with my poor eyesight!) I didn’t really need to worry that much it turned out..
As soon as they came out, something changed in the air, and it was clear in the opening notes, they were going to own the night, and they did in every sense.
The acoustics and sound were perfection, as was the performance.
The music seemed to build a bubble – inside the body so the bass rumbled in my stomach and piano hammered on my heart, Warren’s strings going straight for the throat.
As the show progressed the bubble grew, until by Jubilee Street it had not just encapsulated the entire space, but elevated it, seemingly removing it from any earthly connection.
Hell and heaven existed in there alongside and intertwined, and we were given a tour of it all.
I’m not sure of time or track scale, but very soon on in the show (first couple of songs!) I realised I had tears dripping down my face, and breath was often being forgotten.
I was too far back to see his expression, but what I could clearly see, was how young he looked. He seemed to have turned time back 20-30 years for himself, but then I saw time didn’t matter in this world he had just created, and if it did, it was on his terms.
He passed any barrier of self. He became not just a narrator of the tales he told, but every character within them and everything that has ever inspired them. He was the devil and the demon, the angel and the saint, the most intimate of lovers, the sorrowful outsider. This staggering or sauntering overwhelming figure. The perfect and most powerful preacher.
Somehow knowing every bit of everyone’s souls and singing it back to them from his own.
Warren blew everything open.
The sound he created was an overtaking character in itself, pushing particles apart.
The relationship between the band members was tangible, working as a well oiled unit but each member managing to keep every ounce of their own personality.
A discreet nod or cock of an eyebrow more than they need to communicate what they need to do.
And a wonderful sense of not just close working talented musicians, but friendships.
Typical classic tracks were born new again. Tupelo was wracking, The Weeping Song was wrecking. Newer songs were like classics. Higgs Boson Blues carried more soul than a lifetime, and Jubilee Street gave visions.
At the break before encore I ran around to the other seat I had been given, nearer the stage to the left side.
Now I could see the grins and grimaces Nick flashed, and Warren’s coy bearded smile.
Nothing was lost in the short break, and yet again, he became everything.
Avalanche was heart melting, Up Jumped the Devil dark but playful, Jack the Ripper stalking and sultry, Breathless was pure joy, Lyre of Orpheus was like a communion.
Push the Sky Away always has an immense affect on me. But this time to another level.
The silent weep I had sustained through most the show gave way to a sob and finding my lips begging them not to go.
I waited again at the end, but they again left quietly and privately.
Last night he was that godly figure he has talked of trying to be.
Now I travel back to my daily life, saddened to do so, but inspired, and so so grateful, that I got to bear witness.
“Some people say it’s just rock’n’roll, but it gets right down to your soul..”