8 Days A Week:

"BLIXA BARGELD MAY be gone, but it's safe – or wonderfully unsafe – to say Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds will still be incredible live. Wicked ole Nick always brings something transcendent to the stage, as he did last year at the Warfield, sitting down at the grand for a sardonic and reverent "God Is in the House," crooning both his own and PJ Harvey's parts on "Henry Lee," and grabbing someone's appendage and hanging on longer than anyone was comfortable with during "Red Right Hand." It's enough to make jaded rock snobs (yours truly) whoop and bellow up front. Enough to make bubblegum pop fiends (a friend) admit the error of their ways. Enough to make a pretty girl loose her bowels (and be taken away by an ambulance). Cave does something ugly, beautiful, and even otherworldly live – regardless of how you might feel about his latest, more subdued, strangely suave album, Nocturama (Anti/Mute)".