A buddy of mine on another board saw the show, this was his review:
PapaG, all I can say is "Holy fuck, what a show!"
The opening band (some local schlubs who knew one drum riff, one guitar riff and the "singer" tried to be Mr. White Agnst rapper) sucked, but blessedly, they only played 20 minutes, and it only took another 30 to get the stage reset before NIN hit the ground running.
A couple of things about the venue -- the Blaisdell Center ain't much, but it's all we got. It seats about 7,500 for basketball. It's set up in three levels: the floor, normally with risers at the back and sides; the loge (which is only three rows of seats deep); and the upper level. Seats for this show were one price for lower level, and another for upper and loge. We got lower-level tickets, thinking that we'd grab seats on the side risers. Only problem was, there were no seats anywhere below the loge level -- in effect, it looked like they were trying to turn the entire floor level into a mosh pit. We stood near the back of the floor level, right alongside the sound and lighting controls. The upper level had close to 3/4 of the seats blocked off, covered in plastic! The excuse was "those areas are being cleaned," but they were just trying to keep the upper level folks as far away from the stage as possible -- they were all pretty much crammed into eight sections at the back of the arena. It sucked to be them.
There were probably only about 2,500 people there, but it was a very enthuiastic crowd. PapaG, you were dead on about how tight this incarnation of NIN has become -- they were flawless. I'd love to give you a set list, but I'll be honest, I don't know all their music the way my wife does; I'll just say I was impressed. They played on of my favorites, "Sin," early on and that really got the crowd pumped.
After about 45 minutes with the whole band, they brought it down to Trent, his keyboard player and his lead guitarist, all three playing keyboards and other multiple electronic computerized gizmos, much like I think PapaG mentioned we'll see more of in the future from them. They had a really interesting visual devise they used -- a "screen" that lowered in front of them, only it really wasn't a screen per se; it was vertical, heavy electric wires -- with the lights on behind them, it gave the effect that the musiciancs were behind bars. Thee were horizontal, lighter wires string between the verticals, and they could all be lit in some amazing ways, not by outside lights, but from within -- very cool. A lot of experimental electronic patterns to go with the music.
There Is No You, Only Me
The visuals really came into play on this song -- the screen was in front of the band, and it looked like the white noise you'd get on a TV that wasn't tuned into a station that was broadcasting. Note: For all you digital kiddies, in the olden days, TV used to be brodcast "over the air" and was received by these things called "antennas," and if you "tuned in" to a channel where no station was broadcasting, you'd get static, what we called "snow."
What made it cool was that from time to time, Trent Reznor would lean forward and you could almost see him through the static -- you'd get a quick glimpse, then he'd move and you'd lose sight of him again. I don't know exactly why, but that whole effect made the song much more striking.
Anyway, they played about 15 minutes of stuff from Year Zero -- the more electronically geared music, and quite frankly, if that's the wave of their future, I'm glad this last show focused more on the whole band. It was interesting, but there's no freaking way I could sit through two hours of that.
Dead Souls
Oh, man, this one was awesome -- and even though "Closer" is a more well-known song (at least to mainstream pukes like me), this performance just about made my night.
They closed with -- you guessed it -- "Head Like a Hole," and it was a good one to close the show with -- the whole audience was bouncing up and down and singing -- yes, even the ancient one, death's grim herald -- and the band was eating it up.
They did one encore, "Hurt," which started out with just Trent and his keyboards with the special efx screen behind him this time -- and I swear, it looked like it was snowing all around him. He built it up, brought it back down, and just when you thought the song was over, the whole band kicked in. Wow.
All told, they played for two hours, and I have only one regret, PapaG, and that's that I'd never had the chance to see them before this -- but I'm so glad we did go tonight. There's no way you could ever regret seeing a show with such power and energy behind it.
One thing about the crowd -- a lot of posers, some hardcore folks, some moshers and crowd surfers (up front), a few old farts like me -- but while everyone was rocking out, they were also looking out for each other. I fully expected to get jostled and shoved by the assholes that always find their way to whatever corner I'm in, but everyone tonight was really cool -- most people worked their way forward without shoving or anything, and those that did bump into you seemed almost apologetic. It's like everyone was there for the great music, and no one wanted to start any shit for anyone else. That was a first for me.
PapaG,. wish you coulda been there -- we'd have had a great time.
