You wouldn't say it while watching them on tour, flailing madly around the stage like enraged industrial tiger moths, but Nine Inch Nails is one person. You might also be led astray by the endless liner notes which accompany the albums - bulging ledgers of artists and collaborators who plucked a string here, tweaked a knob there - to then hear that all of these intense, complex soundscapes are the work of our spirit guru Reznor. It's probably better to think of it as a one man band in more of a hive-mind, collective consciousness way. You need to get a bit esoteric hereĀ Trent is Nine Inch Nails, they are him and he is it. It's a bit of a stretch. Or we can just say that Nine Inch Nails is Trent's darling, his dearly beloved, and he refuses to let anyone else become a permanent part of it, lest they start getting excitable and think that they have a say in the matters of NIN. It's the way it should be - producers, guitarists, drummers, programmers, they can all come and go, but Trent is the nerve-centre. This musical wizard - angst-fuelled god to many; forgettable relic for others - is the blackened fountain of creativity that spawned all of this from a dirty Right Track Studios mixing desk in Cleveland, Ohio, oh so many years ago. S, is the any tiny tidbit that personifies the NIN-loving masses that we've somehow missed? How long have you been a fan, and what stories of devotion do you have to share? Let us know in the comments!
Game-obsessed since the moment I could twiddle both thumbs independently. Equally enthralled by all the genres of music that your parents warned you about.
