In my school days I used to think, rock stars gotta have a flattened abdomen, power biceps, a goatie and of course disheveled hair. Ozzy made me realize, you need not have a flattened tummy. Freddie Mercury epitomized the emaciated look, until Marylin Manson came and showed that even if you don’t have AIDS, you can still be skinny and a hard rock god. (I hate Manson for his personal gimmicks and overt use of sex in shows, but that’s a separate issue.)
The clean shaven Stapp and Tremonti duo showed that a goatee is eminently disposable in the matter of passionate rock. But hair, that still had to be disheveled. Until, I discovered Nine Inch Nails(yeah I know, I am sickeningly late). The gelled shinny hair of Trent, may be an aberration in the world of rock, but his music got me mesmerized in the first hearing itself. Check out The Hand that Feeds from album "With Teeth" @ http://www.nin.com/visuals/thtf_hi.html
I instantly appreciated his gift for tortured writing that is so intense and real. He has a vision and a message in each song. The words are so real they get you inundated in that vision and in that immersed state of hypnosis each word penned reverberates in unison with your shuddering thus unfolding the profundity of his compelling emotions. Some of them are violently metaphysical. The rebellious phrases woven into a gripping tapestry may create a hallucination of a vengeful soul, but down bellow I guess it is the awekening of noble message from the suurrounding hazy mist of torment. I wont say they are more inspiring than those of creed. But they are compelling. Got to to hear more of it in days to come. Here is a part of his lyrics for you:
Got no religion, don't need no friends
Got all I want and I got no need to pretend
Don't try to reach me, 'cause I'd tear up your mind
I've seen the future and I leave it all behind
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