If Mr. Reznor had released a 10 song CD with the best songs from these sessions, I would be singing its praise. The diamonds are buried pretty deep in shit.
Trent’s back to find his guitar sounds co-opted, his beats carjacked, and his lyrics… well, he got to keep something. Only thing is, they got it all wrong.
I have no problem with the whisper-to-a-scream thing, but it won’t work if you don’t have Nirvana’s tunes or Black Sabbath’s riffs, and The Fragile has neither.
Nightstick construct a wall of noisy hate with huge chunks of distorted guitar and not much else. This is nowhere near as hedonistic as Electric Wizard, though.
Rockin’ like fuck doesn’t always haveta be a sloppy ledge dance into a gutter of an affair. Hell, the Dragons aren’t even above pulling off a friggin’ ballad!
Josh Homme (Kyuss/QOTSA) gathers friends to lay down some grooves, come up with some ditties, and engage in various fuckery that gets recorded and plapped out.
Like a group of cupcake-eaters racing for the slide, these four shout it out. But with musicianship this good, their childvoices project them into cultdom.