Cabaret Voltaire
Edinburgh
15th March, 2025
Nick Cave Bad Seed David Lynch co conspirator Magazine rocker and Visage inspiration icon can be relied upon to surprise.
Thus the 180 odd punters that gathered in the affectedly crypt like inoffensively standard venue of the Cabaret Voltaire were uncomfortably surprised when the synth pop noir punk pioneer cinematic multi faceted nut job arrived with a 4 piece 12 bar quartet that you would expect to ignore in the 9th circle of kilted pissed up Aussie bird pulling night on the piss fucking brilliant after 5 pints undiscerning wrecking match that is is Binkies hell.
Sporting the Van copyrighted mid life cultural menopausal Jools Holland friendly fedora of musicians taking the piss, Mr.Adamson failed to paint it black.
Would have been annoying had the audience given a fuck.
Super glue the locks DMT in the dry ice and on stage hamster eating lizards this was not.
The lassitude that wafted from the non plussed crowd struggled through the bell jar vacuum of faded last gasp hair products like a union carbide cloud made of the thought bubbles of baby sitters and tennis coaches
Desultory applause greeted the sub dad rock bollox and the forced between song banter was met with flat out indifference.
Lacking in Lustre
Lacking in funk
Lacking in porpoise
Lacking in point
Painful.
Narwhal
Cannot fault the mans extensive astonishing (and fucking brilliant) back catalogue
So
Spend your cash on Oedipus Schmoedipus
Or The Lost HighWay soundtrack
or Magazine or Visage or anything this cat has had a tusk in
On the way home.
If you stab a man to death at a crossroads and end up fucking yer ma
Barry Adamson is the Man for that Soundtrack.
And you are in Fife
McScully
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