Savage
Messiah
Nine Inch
Nails
Brixton Academy, London
No one gives a fuck about Ladytron and their
danceable electroclash twaddle right Now. Tonight Trent Reznor and company have
returned for an event not interesting because the wait has been typically
immense but because scarcely a year has passed since Nine Inch Nails last darkened
these shores. And, with their soon-to-be released ‘Year Zero’ album — hot on
the heels of 2005‘s‘With Teeth — it’s hard not scratch your head at what a
functional band NIN seem like at the moment of course Trent does still have
issues to deal with just two days ago he cancelled a show in Birmingham on
account of a shredded voice box. But from the moment bassist Jeordie White, drummer
Josh Freese, guitarist Aaron North and the man Reznor himself cast ghostly
silhouettes through the outrageously dense smoke billowing from the stage it
clear that - despite some cracked notes at the opening of ‘Somewhat Damaged‘ -
Trent Reznor is buck on form. The atmosphere in the venue is supercharged - not
a lyric goes by that so t belted back by the crowd - and then the venues fire
alarms go off. It’s annoying but hardly enough to kill the jubilant mood Aaron
North throws himself into the inhumanely rammed in crowd like a rag doll only to
be spat onto the stage again Trent clutches his mic like its the one thing
holding him back from the edge of a breakdown. If there’s a messianic quality
to the night, then it because Trent Reznor speaks a universal gospel of
disillusionment and unfettered despair Anthems on disaffection like ‘March Of The
Pigs’ and ‘Closer’ and waft through the space like a demented sermon conjuring outstretched
arms and shouted choruses confirming agreement. Unleashing the insistent beats
of new track ‘Survivalism‘ doesn‘t even seem necessary tonight - just the
inevitably brilliant ‘Head Like A Hole’ finale und knowing that after nearly 20
years Trent Reznor still has the power to overpower and captivate. [8]
ALEXANDER
MILAS
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