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Gary Numan : Pure
No fucker cares anymore...
Adopting a ridiculous crucifix pose on the sleeve and singing lines like "I'll rip the skin from God's face/I'll steal the light from Heaven's gate", ('Rip') is unlikely to do the same for Gary, mind. This is, simply, because no fucker - excepting the infamous Numanoids, who would still pledge allegiance to their hero if he came round their house and shat on their carpet - cares anymore.
'Pure', for all its flagrant MM/NIN aping, ends up a mere testament to Numan's bloated vanity; impeccably produced, yet wincingly self-important and wholly charmless. You could see it as a reflection of the debt owed him by metal's new breed (eg, Fear Factory, who covered 'Cars' after a fashion), but that doesn't make it any more relevant.
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