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Tuesday, July 22,2014

Trent Reznor knows it all

NIN's performance at Red Rocks shows how to evolve from garage band to arena rocker

By Josh Gross
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The recent revival of Nine Inch Nails has given many critics of a certain age the chance to reaffirm what their teenage selves were convinced of: the band’s frontman Trent Reznor is a genius long ahead of his time.

I didn’t feel quite that way in the ‘90s. My observations were that NIN’s primary demographic was morbidly obese girls with too much eyeliner and the boys perpetually dressed as The Crow for Halloween that loved them — a crew I didn’t want to run with — and Reznor’s anguished lyrics made me want to roll my eyes and shout ‘suck it up cupcake,’ at the stereo. Of course I didn’t understand Nirvana at the time either. 

But it was undeniable that the last two decades in rock are those that Reznor built. After the initial wave of skeptics I hung around with and the bands we loved rode into the sunset of the fading millennium, the music world spent as much of its time trying to recreate the electronic chimera of guitar rock and harnessed wild noise of Pretty Hate Machine as it did trying to imitate the bleep blooping electro-pop of U2’s Zooropa. Reznor wasn’t the first to use a sampler or a synth, but he was one of the first to make it seem as terrifying as rock music required. Devo was about as scary as your weird cousin Larry, and New Order was more about dance parties than they were horror films and raw anger. David Byrne liked synths, not Kerry King. And seriously, look at the haircuts on Duran Duran and Flock of Seagulls.

Reznor was even a pioneer in the very idea of a modern band, in that it’s not a band in the traditional sense at all, but a solo recording project that is then filled out with hired hands for the stage. In the age of ubiquitous laptops pre-loaded with Garageband it’s not that unusual, but in the late ‘80s when Reznor worked as a janitor in a recording studio during the day and laid tracks at night when it wasn’t being used, it was virtually unheard of. 

Claiming in interviews to be frustrated with the state of live music, last year, Reznor set out to reinvent the stage show as much as he did the band formation process with The Tension Tour. Its light design created complex and living three-dimensional scenes intended to make the audience afraid to look away or take a break to pee because they might miss something profound. It largely worked. Critics and audiences loved it, and the concert film recorded at LA’s Staples Center is gorgeous.

But when Reznor took the stage at Red Rocks last night, it looked as if he were going in the opposite direction, one highlighting both his roots and his legacy. The enormous stage was nearly bare, containing only a single small keyboard stand and a microphone. No lights or set pieces. No band. Reznor strolled out unannounced, dressed in a black sleeveless t-shirt and shorts, and cued the sampler to play the beat for “Copy of A.” It genuinely looked like he was going to laptop jockey the show, filling the stage only with the size of his legacy, the closest NIN could get to playing an “unplugged” show. It would have been a fitting follow-up to Tension, and a truly audacious move.

But Reznor had something grander in store. 

As the song progressed, other band members slowly walked on stage, bringing their instruments with them, and slowly building layers of sight and sound. First came the extra band members. Then low-set bright lights that projected enormous silhouettes onto a plain white backing behind the band. Then a series of large blank square panels that were wheeled around the stage to capture the silhouettes and a following series of lights and video projections. 

It built and built and built until the thundering chorus of “War Pigs,” when the backdrop fell to reveal an arsenal of lights blasting orange beams that pierced the air like fire spitting forth from the barrel of a gun, all focused dead center stage.

From that point on, it was pure arena-rock spectacle, with lights blazing and the flat panels moving around the stage for songs and choruses to create a visual presence as dynamic as the sound, all of it hitting harder for seeing where it started and having taken that journey with the band. 

It’s not hard to be grandiose about the progression of the concert, and cast it as a metaphor for Reznor’s own journey from unaccompanied and unadorned solo act diddling with samplers to a larger-than-life megastar. But if we’re going to go the route of grandiosity, then I prefer to see it as a how-to manual that builds upon Tension’s call to arms for the music industry. First Reznor showed them the grand ideal they could be shooting for, and then he want back to scratch, to a bare fucking stage with just one man, and he built it for them, step by step, piece by piece, over the course the show until that single man and his keyboard became a god whose every gesture commanded the forces of light and darkness as if to say: ‘you can do this too, just follow these three easy steps.’

It’s true that the average garage band doesn’t have the same resources that a multi-platinum arena-level artist does, but resources don’t mean squat without the vision to put them to good use. And vision is something Reznor was practically handing out at the door as SWAG.

I still don’t know that I like Nine Inch Nails as a band. But after a decade whose stages were full of boring shoegaze introversion and the continuing wave of spacebar as lead instrument, I’m rooting for them to burn the music world down once again. And unlike those other critics, I’m glad to look back at my teenage self in scorn and say, ‘you were a fucking idiot.’

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Reznor has been my favorite since I heard hurt from the downward spiral. That song was the one that made me fall in love with music. I was only 12 or 13 and had no idea what I was beautiful ing but I knew it was profound. At the age of 28 I saw NIN for the first time at the Palace of Auburn Hills. It was there I bought the coolest shirt I have ever owned...