The setting sun colours the sky yellow and red towards the end of Whit Sunday. On the field tens of thousands of young people are listening to the singer who fascinatingly tells about the omnipotence of the Lord and how humble man should be. The audience is under the spell of the colours, the music and the words; someone is talking to the big guy in the sky via a direct hotline.

In the distance there is shouting about the performance of the Dutch national soccer team in the European championship match against the Czech republic. It's Pinkpop 2000 and 16 Horsepower is one of the last bands on Sunday. Those who listened to David Eugene Edwards' musical sermon thank their lucky stars relieved, for everyone who attended this solemn ceremony can certainly count upon a place in heaven, whereas the heathens who served the mammon of soccer a few fields further on will undoubtedly burn in hell.

16 Horsepower is more gothic than many a Dutch band in gowns and David Eugene Edwards is more convinced of his belief and that he's right than a TV evangelist. Sin, remission, redemption, the Holy Spirit and pious prayer. Edwards talks about it more often than a weatherman about the temperature.

The other 16 Horsepower-members may be enabled to decamp for a little while before the recording of the new album - in Edwards' eyes no doubt a satanical year - the foreman has so much divine inspiration that he can do nothing else but continue to produce music to honour Him. With his solo-project Woven Hand the minister's grandson already played at the Amsterdam Stadsschouwburg last November during the Crossing Border festival, during which he managed to create an atmosphere as intimate and heavy as on Pinkpop. Now there's an album too, also under the name of Woven Hand, and in connection with the album he will visit The Netherlands for promotion. A conversation about the music is not a possibility, and this way Edwards only gives the mysterious, mystic quality of his music a leg up.