28. Mai 1994


 Nine Inch Nailbomb!


Autor: Jason Arnopp




Nine Inch Nails


SFX, Dublin

Wednesday, May 18

Nine Inch Nails gigs are somewhat analogous to number nine. When they finally come around, its a very big deal indeed. Tonight, the anticipation is obvious and worsened by the fact that there is no bar in this 1,500 capacity venue. According to one local, "If there was, we'd be skating in puke!"

The London based Pig have done very nicely for themselves, hitching a ride on Trent Reznor's travelling cyber-tank. And their electronic Goth heaviness certainly goes someway to justifying their position on this bill. The singer is a stick insect in leather, much like the Sisters Of Mercy 's Andrew Eldritch crossed with Reznor himself. The noise they make is strident and encouraging, although the set comes to an unfortunate end when Pig overrun and the house lights come up on them.

Half an hour passes slowly. Then the curtain of synthetic flesh finally comes down and 'Terrible Lie' erupts. It's an instantly gripping spectacle, Reznor initial stands silhouetted, screaming, 'I need someone to hold onto!', and flanked by the unfamiliar characters of his new band. They mostly look like survivors of the apocalypse, but most eye-catching is Robin Finck; a snarling, wild-haired Heavy Metal banshee, playing guitar with his fingers. Also present on bass and keyboards is Danny Lohner, formerly with Texan heavyweights Skrew.

Make no mistake, there are sonic devils at work here. Anyone still labouring under the delusion that Nine Inch Nails sound vaguely like Depeche Mode should take the shit out of their ears. This is hardcore stuff, bordering on total noise at several points. But one of the best things about this show is the dynamics.

'Terrible Lie' is a relatively laid-back opener despite its power, but then leads in 'Sin'-one of the first NIN album's blistering trump cards. Next up is the flesh peeling 'March Of The Pigs'. The extremity is escalating, and Reznor appears in danger of emotional shutdown...And then the violence is tempered by the epic electro-ballad 'Something I Can Never Have'. And then the tension start to build again over the next few songs, exploding into the brilliant 'Wish'. You don't get bored, and Reznor's sense of light and shade is typified by the magnificent 'Head Like A Hole', unleashed before the encore.

Some songs have been reworked for the live cauldron. 'Reptile', for example-a quiet, alternative moment on 'The Downward Spiral'-has a sickeningly heavy riff tonight, like 'Master Of Puppets' slowed down to a crawl. Surprisingly, we also get Reznor's take on Queen's 'Get Down Make Love', the Joy Division tune 'Dead Souls' (from 'The Crow' soundtrack) and the lesser known 'Suck', which was originally a Pigface song. After the last blast, 'Happiness In Slavery', Trent Reznor does not introduce his new band, deliver a lovey-darling speech, or indeed say anything at all. He simply chucks a keyboard at the drum riser and leaves. The songs have been psycho-babbling all through the set, so there's no need to speak between them.

Along with at least two members of U2, the man who signed Nine Inch Nails to Island Records is present tonight. How fucking smug must he feel tonight?