If this is the gig of the future, Cave is the man to show us how it’s done

So this is where we are with live music: a man, a piano and a socially distanced film crew in a space that could feasibly house a commercial aircraft. Idiot Prayer: Nick Cave Alone at Alexandra Palace is technically a concert film, shot last month, though it is also a ticketed event that is being broadcast as if it were live. None of this is what were used to there is no expectant crowd, no light show and not a Bad Seed in sight. Roaring your approval from a sofa clearly isnt the same as being there. But if this is the gig of the future, Cave is the man to show us how its done.
Instead of trying to conjure an artificial intimacy, Cave and his cinematographer Robbie Ryan draw deliberate attention to the eerie emptiness of the building in which he is playing. Right at the start, the camera follows Cave suited, booted, reassuringly funereal on his long walk through the corridors of Ally Pally while, via a voiceover, he recites the lyrics to The Spinning Song. Eventually, he reaches the West Hall where a grand piano sits in the centre, rendered small in the surrounding vastness.
Live in lockdown: Nick Cave at Alexandra Palace (Rex)
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We are hardly unaccustomed to seeing Cave without a band. Last year he embarked on a speaking tour, during which his usual reticence was abandoned in a series of open-hearted Q&A sessions along with songs performed alone on piano. This time, theres no conversation and no applause. Most disconcerting is the silence that falls at the close of each song. Initially it feels like were intruding on a private rehearsal: music and lyric sheets are dropped carelessly on the ground; a cup of tea sits on the floor to Caves right.
Slowly, though, it starts to feel normal. The set list spans 30 years, from a visceral and incantatory The Mercy Seat, from 1988s Tender Prey album, right up to songs from last years Ghosteen, via Nobodys Baby Now, Higgs Boson Blues, Brompton Oratory, Girl in Amber, Into My Arms and Jubilee Street. There are murder ballads, tender love songs and tortured hymns to a higher power. There is a spectral new song called Galleon Ship in which Cave seek[s] out treasure money cant buy. His voice is rich, occasionally ominous, but more often intimate and warm. There is little sign of the snarling fury that shaped his Birthday Party years.
Lets be clear: this is no substitute for a Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds gig, with its riotous swagger and the faintly ludicrous spectacle of a sixtysomething man spouting fire and brimstone in a shirt split to the navel. By contrast, this is stately and beautiful, a strange and quietly impassioned showcase for a truly remarkable body of work. Cave has called his performance a prayer into the void, which is apt given where we find ourselves now. For as long as we cant stand and whoop and dance to music in close quarters with strangers, this is the next best thing.
Idiot Prayer: Nick Cave Alone in Alexandra Palace will stream on 23 July UK & Europe: 8pm BST. Visit nickcave.com for tickets and full information