As much as Dublin is delirious with a summer that no one is mentioning in case they jinx it, Nick Cave is always going to desire blackout blinds. The evening begins, sun blazing, with the simultaneously weight and lightness that is in the air at the moment. Cave emerges, the host of Dante’s warped fairground, and the crowd almost arches back in reverence. Red Right Hand skins across a coral reef of fists before Into My Arms renders the romantics speechless but humming. Euphoric and violent, Cave stalks us all, and what is notable is how susceptible the audience remains.

Source: The Irish Times June 06, 2018 22:30 UTC