Pound and Pounder
The only people who might have hadmore fun than the audience at last week's Nine Inch Nails show were theband and crew
It's not often that a band who's "madeit big" gets the chance to sneak out of the arena and into a clubfor a night, and this was a
spur-of-the-moment decision, a pit stop onthe way home from the group's CMJ appearance at Irving Plaza in New YorkCity. It was a
NIN fan's dream that could just as easily have turned intoa nightmare had scalpers, technical glitches or huffy divas plagued
However, last Sunday's show at Masqueradeavoided all these problems through a ticket voucher system (although fanswho showed
up at 10 a.m. Friday morning had to wait in line at the clubwith ID, fill out vouchers to be signed and stamped then signed again
bythe club, it kept the ticket price to the original $15), a skilled crewand great attitudes. Of course, it wasn't exactly the lineup the
audiencemight have expected: Replacing guitarist Robin Finck (who ran away to joinCirque Du Soleil, no lie) was Prick
frontman/Trent doppleganger Kevin McMahon,and Clint Mansell, a.k.a. "Vestan Pance" from Birmingham, England'sPop Will Eat
Itself, was another special guest.
The band opened their 13-song set atthe Masquerade with the first of five songs from Pretty Hate Machine, theforceful opener
"Terrible Lie." Next came "March of thePigs," "Sanctified," "Suck," "Wish"(featuring the epileptic's nightmare -- lots of strobe) and
"DownIn It." Then Trent Reznor's party really kicked in. McMahon sang ontwo Prick songs, "Animal" (the only 'animal song of the
night,unfortunately, leaving "I want to [f--k] you like an animal"fans without a sing-along) and "Tough." The karaeoke party
continuedas Mansell sang and danced his way through two of his songs, "RSVP"and "Wise Up, Sucker." And this was the final
Nail in the coffinfor anyone who thought they had come to participate in a Night of Hate.It was just too much fun for that. Even
industrial music's angry posterboy himself was spotted with something resembling a smile on his gleamingwhite face as he sang
backing vocals for his invited pals.
For the final song of the set, Reznortook back the lead, but "Head Like a Hole" retained the gangvocal, boys-down-at-the-pub feel
that was closer to 999 or Sham 69 thanNIN. The jiffy mosh pit was thrilled, singing along with every word. Thelast chance to end the
evening on a somber note -- the first song of theencore, "Something," with its longing "I just want somethingI can never have" chorus
-- vanished with the last song of the night,a cover of Joy Division's "Dead Souls."Not even this remindeerof the patron saint of Goth
could dim the band's exuberance: NIN's versionwas downright rowdy.
Opening band 17 Years' early 80s-flavoredpunk proved to be a surprisingly appropriate choice. After opening forthe Cure on Friday
night, they'd originally planned to hold their CD releaseparty that afternoon, but it didn't take much arm-twisting to get themto take
on the NIN show. The tandem lead vocal formula worked well; itwas a particular treat to find guitarist Lara Kiang's singing to be
asstrong as the band's sound.
By Alice Berry
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