Homemade z vibe full#

Homemade z vibe full#

The bittersweet inevitability that the gig was coming to an end sparked the crowd into full gear as they bounced along to the bandвЂ™s mission statement songs. вЂњThe Hand That FeedsвЂќ and вЂњHead Like a HoleвЂќ. The main set came to an end with two of the bandвЂ™s biggest hits. The early вЂњBeastie BoysвЂ™ styled rap tune has been played live in over a decade. The faithful rendition of David BowieвЂ™s вЂњIвЂ™m Afraid of AmericansвЂќ was almost expected as the iconic cover is a set regular, but the inclusion of вЂњDown in ItвЂќ was a surprise. ReznorвЂ™s partner in crime and full time member Atticus Ross kept everything planted as well as touring members Alessandro Cortini and Ilan Rubin. He was immersed in his performance and FrinkвЂ™s guitar playing was verging on manic. As вЂњThe WretchedвЂќ built the intensity and rage in Rezners voice was evident. вЂњThe FrailвЂќ and вЂњThe WretchedвЂќ from 1999вЂ™s вЂњThe FragileвЂќ album saw Rezner sit in isolation at his keyboard for the first of the two songs. Very slick and the hypnotic beat of the song had the same mesmeric effect as the projected profiles.

The simple backdrop was illuminated with revolving shadows of Reznor and his band. High on the wants list for me was вЂњCopy of AвЂќ and the entire experience was sublime. Just trust in Trent that what he gives you is what you want. The great thing about a NIN concert is you donвЂ™t have to be a purist to enjoy it. The mosh pit swayed and arms raised as they sang along. The chilled vibe of the latter was a welcomed respite from the aural onslaught. There was a live debut of the upbeat вЂњEverythingвЂќ and вЂњThe Downward SpiralвЂќ set regulars вЂњMarch of the PigsвЂќ and вЂњPiggyвЂќ went down a storm. The crowd chants returned and had Trent puzzled what was being shouted, he was enlightened at the encore. It didnвЂ™t stop there, Frinks guitar cut like a buzz saw through вЂњDisciplineвЂќ as the song got a rare live outing. It was blinding at times but ultimately the visual violence was essential. The stark back drop was blasted by a relentless barrage of strobes during the entire song. The opening sonic salvo ramped up with a weaponised version of вЂњWishвЂќ. Robin FrinkвЂ™s crushing guitar followed quickly then the rest of the band came crashing in. The set opened ironically with вЂњThe Beginning of the EndвЂќ, Ilan RubinвЂ™s hard hitting drums were two bars in before ReznorвЂ™s voice cut through the atmosphere. The atmosphere was electric and the chanting got louder and louder before the inevitable roar as Rezner breezed through the fog. Stage time had come and gone, and the expectancy was growing as the cosmetic smoke filled the stage. The industrial alt-rockers had not graced a Glasgow stage for over 8 years and the crowd gave their traditional chant of вЂњhere we, here we, here we fucking goвЂќ as they tried to bait Reznor into coming on stage. How do we value our entertainment? Some things need to be done at any cost and the packed venue in Glasgow was full of expectant fans demanding to extract every ounce of enjoyment for their hard-earned cash. Sold Out within minutes of tickets coming on line, they were not cheap, but how do you put a price on a show.