NINE INCH
NAILS
Plus: the Dresden Dolls
Hammerstein
Ballroom,
New York, 16.05.05
Given that most of his contemporaries have
either died, fallen by the wayside, or resurfaced in no-so-super groups that do
everything but live up to their former glories, it’s heartwarming to see that
Reznor, perhaps the most iconic figure of 90’s alt-rock after Kurt Cobain, is
still peddling music that is as vital and invigorating as this.
Grotesque and Pierrot-bedecked cabaret duo The
Dresden Dolls are an inspired opening act, and beyond their camp and frantic
drum-and-piano-led thrashings, their spot-on cover of ‘War Pigs’ is but the
icing on the cake. Opening with new number ‘You Know What You Are?’, NIN
tonight are on fire. The set-list warming up with a thrilling ‘Sin’, and a
blistering @March of the Pigs’ makes perfect sense, and though there’ll always
be that NIN song any hour-and-a-half long set fails to include (‘The Perfect
Drug’, anyone?), this is more than a testament to Mr Self Destruct’s gloriously
rich back catalogue than anything else.
Reznor himself, brandishing a tambourine during
‘The Line Begins to Blur’, 40 years of age tomorrow and looking all the world like
the offspring from an unholy tryst between Glenn Danzig and Henry Rollins, is
on top form throughout; tonight’s real surprise, though, comes in the form of
guitarist Aaron North, formerly of art-punk jokers The Icarus Line, who visibly
injects a swathe of manic, pumped-up virtuosoenergy throughout – at one point
soloing while balanced upside down on a speaker. By the time the ending
triple-whammy of ‘Gave Up’, ‘The Hand That Feeds’, and ‘Head Like A Hole’ rush
by, the whole house, including David Bowie and comedian Chris Rock are chanting
away with Reznor like their souls depended on it. Wicked.
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