Nick Cave doesn't so much perform. Doesn't just sing. Is no mere entertainer. He instructs us. He destroys us. He tears us apart. With ferocity and bewitching charisma. He is unique. He is, quite simply, incredible. His four man pack of wolves came to a small place on Thursday night and for an hour or so Grinderman assaulted us and inspired us. To feel. The burns in our throats. The ripped apart hearts.

The man, Mr Cave, comes to us in dapper suit and clear intent. He owns us. He is not one of us. A specimen, a throbbing whip of clear purpose. To see it clearly, there was a man on stage by the name of Warren Ellis. A deity unto us all. I barely noticed him. Mine eyes were carried by the glory of Cave. He entered us upon "Worm Tamer", staying around for "Get It On". He teased and delighted us with "Kitchenette", he slaughtered us with delight with "No Pussy Blues". Oh, I could go on. About this and that. About amazing rhythm sections, about tribal guitar sections. About mundane things. It don't matter. You had to be there. GRINDERMAN!!!!!  

Set List
Mickey Mouse And The Goodbye Man
Worm Tamer
Get It On
Heathen Child
Evil
When My Baby Comes
What I Know
Honey Bee (Let's Fly To Mars)
Kitchenette
No Pussy Blues
Bellringer Blues

Palaces Of Montezuma
Man In The Moon
When My Love Comes Down
Love Bomb
Grinderman