Been a NIN fanboy since Pretty Hate Machine got me through college.
All images and video courtesy of my ROCKING Nokia N96.
The guts behind the scene: 2 of 3 Moment Factory Linux workstations at stage right, with more processor power than NASA, stayed lit even when the lights went down:
The closing screen:
And one more:
Our boy Trent puts on serious show. VERY VISUAL - and damn serious.
"I'm not really a purist," admits Reznor. "If I'm in the studio working on an album, I try to only please myself. But when it's a tour, it feels a bit more like I have a responsibility to some degree to entertain people."
These boys rocked CLEAN: no tats, no breaks, bottled water. Adrenaline-fueled chest whomping crazy-ass bass. Machine gun drum, vibraphone and...a cello? More Lemur touch pads than you could shake a stick at. And Trent tossed his tambourine. A visua-musical mash. Operatic. Pandemonic. Tech-ed to the gills and the roof. Like Gattaca on crack, but with bass, sweat and oomph. [btw: Uma rocked that one.]
Trent says his next NIN tour will be as pared down as this was over-the-top.
Ain't no way I'm missing it.