/lit/ - Literature

>>5124361

Oh god.

He died when he got clean then, eh?

I mean, the sounds are still pretty uniquely Trent. The lyrics are no longer raw. The music is too slick. It doesn't have the bite.

I mean, remember "March of the pigs"? And the live video... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PL72Tyxe1rc

Fucking awesome.

Closer? Raw sex. Happiness in Slavery? Tears at all of you. Some of the music is just uncomfortable.

The contrast Mr. Self Destruct to Piggy? Awesome. That build, the fucking grating crescendo at the end to static, cut to a calmer song with some simmering, aggressive lyrics.

Hurt, Starfuckers, Just Like You Imagined, La Mer, The Great Below, We're in This Together, Head Like a Hole, Terrible Lie, and then this commercial shit?

Huh. I guess I'm glad he's happy. It seems the best art is made by the unhappy and malcontent, however. Like the frustrated itching to get something out. It's gone from art to science.

Ahh well, it's not bad, it's just no longer great.