Review Summary: And all that was/is/ever will be/they are/is catchier than a butterfly net.
Hello there.
There’s something elusive about the hidden rabbit. The splendour, its raw magic as it waits to mate. *Muah*-chef’s-kiss is nature in its cylindrical form, and thus continues the legacy of its human beasts as well. Some chose instruments as their destiny, some choose to sail boats along the shimmering seas, some threw their cigarettes across the lands, and some were demigods. Welcome to Nine Inch Nails. Gods, humans, or demigods, there is one unified truth: they are a good band.
When one listens to NIN it is not music, it is transcendence my friend, it is the willingness to sacrifice yourself and your organs for a pagan god. There is so much energy in these beats, so much raw, thick, hard, cocky spunk infused, such bearded, based man that it sounds like hard dick. But the splendour is that everything equally sounds good. Similar to when Deviant used to show up in threads and correct everyone and their favourite hamster for the objectively wrong musical opinion (in his opinion), NIN have no chill. Their music is rocket science formula, the ironing of a suit to make wrinkles vanish: indeed, this band is tight as a stomach tuck. The drums have more firepower than a kid with a water pistol, in other words he goes ham, and everyone else is more excited than a manchild receiving his first kiss on the cheek.
The time has come to talk about this album. It is a live album, and thus has raw, unfiltered farts. Incredibly, the album practically sounds like an album that is not live, because it is cleaner than me freshly shaved. It all sounds beautiful and I’d like to give a special shout-out to the electronics for their smexy dress style. As a matter of facts, the entire band is on point like they’re sitting on triangles, and fittingly there’s nasty yells/screams that you will hear. It’s all rather chest hair growing. The song selection is also exceptional like going to an ice cream shop.
I have heard many a live album in the past, but this one actually kept me engaged, like proposing to someone under the basking glow of the sun. The music also has a basking glow, it washes over you like a nice warm sun soak, and while I could have saved that metaphor for a different album, why would I? This is magnificence of art, a band playing music that they have played for a thousand years. Never will there be another NIN, never will there be better industrial music objectively speaking. That’s all, end of review, end of discussion, and end of your life one day, so listen to better music while you have functioning ears like this album if you heed the words of a stranger online. Do it.
