In this guest post, Ascaris from Ævangelist provides an incredible analysis of one of The Body‘s most puzzling songs.
If you’ve got red blood pumping through your veins, it’s likely that you enjoy the work of Van Halen. However, if Applebee’s is your favorite restaurant, if you have a different REO Speedwagon tour shirt for each day of the week, or if you have Budweiser beer signs hung in your “man cave”, you may find yourself gravitating more towards the Sammy Hagar portion of the band’s career.
A look at the best musical moments of a deliberately terrible band.
In 1988, a young musician and janitor in the employ of TVT Records wrote and recorded a stable of songs that would later appear on the smash hit album Pretty Hate Machine. Riding a wave of soaring popularity, Trent Reznor and his backing band, Nine Inch Nails, embarked on a slew of tours, culminating in a disastrous trek opening for Guns ‘N Roses across Europe. Frustrated from the lukewarm reception and slipping into what he would inevitably describe as The Downward Spiral, Reznor wanted to redirect NIN in a more rock-oriented, harder-edged direction reflective of the band’s live output. However, TVT, certain that a second poppy album in the vein of PHM would sell just as many copies, refused to let Reznor pursue his own creative ideas. Reznor then went underground, writing and recording under various pseudonyms to avoid his label handlers, until one of his bandmates pushed him into a partnership with Interscope Records. Interscope, TVT, and Reznor eventually worked out a deal where Reznor could write and record as he wished on his own imprint of Interscope, Nothing Records, while TVT continued to take a cut of the profits and own the rights to NIN’s earliest material. Armed with the creative support of a new label but faced with a much grimmer image of reality, Reznor embarked to Los Angeles to record his next release.