An eerie wreath of religion has coiled its way around Auld Reekie this evening. From the foreboding storm clouds congregating over the Edinburgh skyline to the 1,000 or so punters descending upon The Corn Exchange like a plague of ravenous locusts, there’s the distinct feeling that something biblical is about to unfold. And that ‘something’? Well, it’s a man whose self-penned psalms are greeted like heavenly scriptures, a man whose backing band of music making disciples are revered across the globe. It is, of course, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. Continue Reading

“You cunts… You fucking London cunts…” Nick Cave spits in retaliation to the baiting single clapping of the crowd, egging the band to play a song. It’s all in good fun though. The crowd just want the music to keep flowing. The band have been halted in their tracks half way through their first encore. There’s a sharp clicking noise buzzing and it’s really peeving off fellow Badseed cohort Warren Ellis. The techies can’t seem to find the root of the problem, but not to worry, they’ll just carry on rocking the hell out of the crowd, relentlessly in the Apollo. Continue Reading