Sisters of Mercy:

For anyone who gives a monkeys.
A brief review of the sisters of mercy.
Last night after a large roast dinner and 3 pints of guinness, Foxy, Sara and myself headed for the Devonshire Arms. I expected the place to be rammed full of the crustier than thou’s from the last 30 years. It wasn’t , it was full of the usual bread of tattooed, bearded gentlemen, and ladies listening to inexplicably popular double bass pedal metal. Where are all the Goths? Are they at the roundhouse drinking cider? It would appear not. Who is at the roundhouse then? To be honest, I don’t really know, or care. I now regret not queuing at the heaving merch stall to buy some most excellent t shirts that you just can’t get elsewhere.
I know that the sisters are terrible live. They “always” are. So as I stand casually chatting to friends drinking 4 further pints. The room is suddenly electric purple. (As you would expect). And along comes the doktar....doktar avalanche. Who is now 3 macbooks, booming out da da da da da da da.....then it is first last and always, and it is great, then it is ribbons and that is great too. In fact it gets better and better until the set is closed on Lucretia my Reflection, Vision Thing and Temple of Love. They played a greatest hits set. It all sounded as it should. People yelled and screamed. I went home dumbfounded but very happy. Eldrich didn’t look so good. He did however sound brilliant. 5/5 for doing what they should have done years ago. Play the songs properly. 4 standouts, Something fast, Alice, this Corrosion and Amphetamine Logic. A great, fun, band. Some 19 year old art students were confused, some Goths looked daft and some fans had a great night.