Live music review: The Sisters of Mercy
The experience of woe is central to the whole shtick of gothic rock. Bleak, melancholic introspection is its bread and butter. But this gig by 1980s powerhouse Andrew Eldritch (and his nondescript minions) was just ‘woeful’ in the more colloquial sense of the word.
There was no charm here, no conviction. Instead, we got Eldritch and either side of him two energetic guitarists that may as well have been pole dancers.

