Bite of Alright
Post-addiction “pop” album showcases lighter
side of everyone’s favourite nu-metal demagogue
Nine Inch Nails
With Teeth
7 Punkte
We all fell for it. Let‘s not be ashamed, for it
is only by wringing a painful, tear-sodden admission of guilt from ourselves
that can we begin to truly heal Because before the New Rock Revolution, before
Kate and Pete began to play ‘hide the persimmon‘ in public, before the chavs in
your neighbourhood adopted ‘Mr Brightside‘ as the theme to their grand pub
exeunt, you were there. Main Stage. Reading or Leeds, 2000. A hand curled over your
brow, squinting in the stinking heat, you were thinking, “Yowza, these Limp
Bizkit boys sure do know how to rock!“
Yes for a while, Fred Durst was your Jesus, the
frat-boy hysterics of Jackass were the pinnacle of your comedy and nothing
could beat a night in with a few tins, a crumpled baggie of oregano and around
1000 goes at Tony Hawk. You may have even owned a real skateboard (since pawned,
a casualty to your fashion budget). You most certainly owned a copy of
‘Chocolate Starfish And The Hot Dog Flavored Water‘ (since fallen behind the
stereo). If this wasn‘t you, we can but apologise but for a time in 2000 nu-metal
was, well, cool. At least if we are to believe sales figures, or the
proliferation of be-hoodie‘d mini maggots across town centres to be a solid
determinant of ‘cool‘.
Now, we were fooled too. We‘d occasionally
print things like: “Korn blow the Opposition to atoms“ and how Slipknot‘s
‘lowa‘ was the album of 2001 most likely to “restore your faith in humanity“,
rather than stating flatly that the credibility bankrupt Slipknot were a joke
taken one pickled goat‘s head too far. Faced with the terror of Staind and
Puddle Of Mudd in the charts, it was hard to avoid the fact that almost
overnight, the misery and misogyny of nu-metal had broken the mainstream. But
who to blame?
Undeniably, one of the central architects of
this boom in gloom was Nine Inch Nails‘ multi-instrumental demagogue-cum-producer
Trent Reznor, or “he who bears a startling resemblance to a smudge-nosed Owen
Wilson were he to own a fetish club“. Of course, his grim industrial
soundscapes were continents apart from the ass-spanking thuggery of sports
metal, but it was the quadruple-platinum ‘The Downward Spiral‘, along with his work
with Marilyn Manson on ‘Antichrist Superstar‘, that got the ball rolling for
heavy music‘s gradual renaissance.
We last heard from Reznor (remix albums and
soundtrack work notwithstanding in 1999 with the release of‘ The Fragile‘,
which despite its overblown pomposity and the audible arrogance of its master,
was still a gross commercial success. A dreaded double-LP, it was an album
borne of the stinking self-loathing and ponderous introspection that goes
hand-in- hand with substance abuse. Consequently, it was shit. Comparable to a
Stephen King novel, its vast, unparalleled sonic meandering was only saved by
the occasional punctuation of extremely taut goth-pop (see ‘Starfuckers Inc‘).
‘With Teeth‘, thankfully, is nothing like it. It‘s
the album that‘s seen Reznor commit many judicious and long-overdue acts of
excision, both creatively and within his private life. Left both physically and
spiritually ravaged after the excesses of touring ‘The Fragile‘, Reznor found
himself, as many had before him, unable to go on. It was a simple case of out
with the drugs and alcohol, and in with the therapy. ‘With Teeth‘ is the album
after the exorcism.
Other people have always been secondary
concerns in the NIN blueprint, and with his firing of long-time members Danny
Lohner and Charlie Clouser and hiring of Marilyn Manson‘s old bass player,
Jeordie White (formerly known as Twiggy Ramirez) and the Icarus Line‘s
guitarist Aaron North for his live band, you get the feeling that Reznor rarely
values his collaborators above the role of mere ‘helpers‘ (DrDre was kindly allowed to assist in the mixing of a track on ‘The
Downward Spiral‘). Nine Inch Nails has always been The Trent Reznor Show. But
if anything‘s an indication of Reznor‘s revitalised sensibility, it‘s the
appearance of “With Teeth’s” high-profile helper, sticks-slut for-hire David
Grohl, who adds noticeable bombast to several tracks. Pity regular drummer/collaborator
Jerome Dillon though, who has to contest with both Groh! and the drum machine
for Reznor‘s favour.
So, shorn of his addictions, Reznor promised an
album that was light on the instrumental ephemera that characterised his
previous work, and instead heavy on melody, structure and convention. And it
looks like that‘s what we‘ve got. It is, shudder to think, Nine Inch Nails‘ Pop
album. Or, at least, Reznor is returning to the more song-orientated territory
of ‘Pretty Hate Machine‘. Now, Mr Reznor has always been a deft hand at this
populist music malarkey, he just never liked to admit it. ‘Sin‘, ‘Closer‘ and
‘The Perfect Drug‘ are all deliciously deviant inversions of the pop song, to
the extent that you could innocently drop ‘The Perfect Drug‘ into the mix at a
Year Seven disco and no-one would be the wiser (perhaps).
But look at the treats on display here. Opener
‘All The Love In The World‘ is one of two songs from ‘With Teeth‘ to bear a
slight resemblance to Radiohead‘s ‘Everything In Its Right Place‘ (the second
one being the aptly, somewhat cheekily named ‘Right Where It Belongs‘). “Where do you get all the love in the world?“
Reznor questions while juddering, low-key synth beats pulse beneath a fiat
piano riff before the whole affair erupts into typical NIN sturm und drang. But the sonic temerity of its opening proves
something of a red herring: ‘With Teeth‘ is a loud record. Because BOOM! —
track two — ‘You Know Who You Are?‘ is all searing drums and angle grinder
synth from the get-go, where Mr Reznor repeatedly spits his second question of
the evening: “Don‘t you fucking know what
you are?“
Let‘s not be coy; you have to be a fan of pithy
rhyming couplets, idiotic rhetorical questions and self-aggrandising statements
such as “I believe I can see the future/Because
I repeat the same routine“ to really dig Reznor‘s lyrics. He is not the
brooding poet of the darkened soul as some —Tori Amos included — claim him to
be. It took the Man In Black, Johnny Cash, to truly infuse a NIN song with
meaning and it‘s telling that Reznor has admitted to feeling somewhat violated
by Cash‘s Interpretation of ‘Hurt‘. Occasionally, as they did on ‘Closer‘, the
unsophisticated nature of Reznor‘s lyrics work to their advantage; his primal
insistence does have the ability to hypnotise, as on first single ‘The Hand
That Feeds‘ — NIN‘s attempt at the accessible stadium anthem — which ends up
sounding a bit like Bono in bondage. This happens to be a good thing, if a
rather disconcerting image.
But accessibility is key here, and it‘s
something that may very well alienate those who prefer Reznor at his more
obtuse.
The bristling ‘Getting Smaller‘ is Queens Of
The Stone Age‘s ‘Go With The Flow‘ as heard by Charlie Manson, while the
blood-curdling electro-pop of ‘Only‘ is perhaps ‘With Teeth’s most bizarre
offering, doubtless coming soon to a Soulwax mix album near you. And then
there‘s the final track, the slow-burner ‘Right Where It Belongs‘, a gorgeous
piano-led dirge that soothes away much of the earlier fury, even when Reznor
introduces the sounds of an appreciative audience (just in case you didn‘t
realise how loved NIN in fact are).
He needn‘t fret. A violent, sumptuous work,
‘With Teeth‘ may cause some grumbling among his more ardent tin-eared fans, but
this is as coherent and visionary as Trent Reznor has been in years.
Mike Sterry
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