Monday, December 12, 2011

Play it, Sam. Play 'After the Flesh.' For old times' sake.

I got to thinking about the soundtrack to The Crow the other day. That movie is still one of my very favorites of all time. But something about that soundtrack is unforgettable. I'll always remember seeing Eric Draven jump from rooftop to rooftop to the sweet sounds of Nine Inch Nails. I think Reznor really nails (pun-tastic) that Joy Division song. 

I was impressed with My Life with the Thrill Kill Kult.  I think they get the award for most ridiculous band name though. Unfortunately growing up in small town Iowa (before the Internet no less) made it hard to get introduced to new music.  We would go to Omaha, which we believed to be the cultural mecca of the Midwest, and hang out at the Old Market. Most of the time we would look for punk rock, but sometimes one of us would get a wild hair and buy Ministry or NIN or something. So we had to get our new music fix through many avenues.

So what's the point of all of this?  I think The Crow and the soundtrack epitomized the darker side of the 90's for me.  I was definitely not an 'emo' kind of character or possessed suicidal tendencies, but I did enjoy some darker things.  But no guyliner for me.  It was a tale of two people in love who are torn apart by a group of street thugs.  Two of which could easily pass as child molesters.  Hell, all four.  Throw in a Punky Brewster lookalike, a bad guy that must have lost his voice opening for Cannibal Corpse, and the black Ghostbuster and you've got a memorable film.  But most importantly, the music seals it for me.  STP, Pantera, NIN, industrial-dance-fusion bands and some depressing songs sprinkled in there too.  I wouldn't want to remember my 90s any other way.

The crow gave him the skills to seek vengeance and play sweet guitar riffs.