The Cult
Venue: Train, Aarhus, Denmark
Date: June
25th 2006

The Cult

You have to understand that this is a bit a religious experience for me. Every time The Cult have announced one of their countless splits I have cursed and sworn because I never managed to see them live. And now – NOW the time is here – I’m finally, after 17 years of The Cult fandom, going to set my eyes on Astbury and Duffy, in my view one of rock music’s most brilliant however unstable couplings.  

It’s the opening night of the 2006 European tour and everything seems just right as we kick off with classic Lil’ Devil from ‘Electric’. To speak the truth; the band looks tired, unengaged or just downright bored. Most notably Billy Duffy who’s a beer belly richer these days and bassist Chris Wyse who looks like someone who can’t even be bothered trying to wake up. As we move into Sweet Soul Sister from ‘Sonic Temple’ the band luckily begins to slowly thaw and even Mr. Wyse begins to return the enthusiasm of the elevated Sunday night crowd, and a content smile starts to spread on Duffy’s face.  

This smile doesn’t even subside as he somewhere mid-set promises a punter to kick his face in if he continues to throw beer at the stage. ‘Good times’ as Astbury remarks ironically. That aside, the audience clearly has a good time. Everyone looks suspiciously older than the people I see at the gigs I normally attend (i.e. they are approximately my age on this evening).  

And we are all in for a bunch of classics. The choice selection mainly consists of the earlier Cult tunes; Spirit Walker, Love Removal Machine, Wild Flower, She Sells Sanctuary, Peace Dog, Revolution, Electric Ocean, they are all there. Fire Woman is also aired, as well as a mid-set acoustic and rather alternative version of Edie (Ciao Baby). That voice just burns right through. It just does.  

Several tunes from the wonderful ‘Ceremony’ album and hammer rocker ‘Beyond Good and Evil’ are sorely missed as we are only treated with Wonderland (plus a bit of Earth Mofo) and the BGaE single Rise. The latter has grown to be my favourite Cult album - therefore my pseudo-bitterness…  

It took a couple of songs for the band to get going, but then there was little to complain about – expect perhaps the stupendously loud amplification which could have filled this relatively small club ten times. The Cult is indeed alive and kicking after all these years and you can trust Ian Astbury when he in the introduction to Wonderland says: ‘We are quite well-preserved’.

I say amen to that Mr. Astbury.  


Rating: 89

Attending: Thomas