Nine Inch Nails : Live: And All That Could Have Been

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Nine Inch Nails : Live: And All That Could Have Been

5 / 10 Look out, kids. Trent Reznor's back in town, and he


wants to fuck you like an animal. Or so he claims on


the vintage speedpunk electroid snarl-up of 'Closer',


a stand-out track on this, the first ever Nine Inch


Nails live album, recorded on NIN's Fragility tour two


years ago. But in general, judging by the cacaphonous


sado-goth trouser-bulgers which bulk out this 16-track


marathon, the Viagra seems to be wearing off.








Blam, straight in, no foreplay - Trent just hammers


away through the cybermetal grind of 'Terrible Lie' to


the buzzsaw schadenfreude of 'Wretched' and the


punkabilly grunterama of 'Wish'. It's efficent,


occasionally stirring stuff, but gratingly


single-minded. Reznor's self-serious rumblings make


such an easy target, although in fairness he is no


more po-faced than Thom Yorke, no more of a negative


creep than Kurt Cobain, no more of an emotional fraud


than Richard Ashcroft. But crucially, he lacks the


gift for infectious melody, sly humour or populist


charisma that all of the above can muster when the job


requires it.








From the Euro-synth gloomwash of 'The Great Below' to


the slamdanciug self-abasement racket 'Suck', Rezza's


musical rainbow stetches from off-black murk to


none-more-black black holes of very black blackness.


And thus all this collection essentially proves is


that Trent's been writing the same tune, venting the


same cathartic despair, and worrying the same bone for


10 years now. He may vary the tempo a little, but it's


still always the missionary position.








Stephen Dalton

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