“Manson in the flesh, I never thought it would happen,” remarked a girl standing behind me in the swarming crowd of fishnets and studded black boots. A vision had finally come to fruition for all of us. Marilyn Manson was back in New York City, in Hell’s Kitchen blessing us with showers of glittery nightmares and whispers of industrial canticles.
With a music career now spanning over 20 years, the excitement of his return to the stage with new work from the album Pale Emperor has been well received amongst fans and critics. His latest songs like “Third Day Of A Seven Day Binge” and “ The Mephistopheles of Los Angeles” generate soulful chants and rolling beats amongst a fuzzy, scratchy atmosphere of blues rhythms. It’s a warm bath my ears have been dipping into during my subway commute ever since the album dropped earlier this month.
Arriving to the performance a bit late I found the audience buzzing with anticipation minutes before his first appearance on stage. With intentions of hanging in the back of the venue to snap photos, I found myself in the bewildering situation of being pushed/carried towards the front of the stage once the show began, tumbling among the flaying hands and wet bodies. My eyes peered up from behind spiked mohawks and ornate corsets as I swayed breathless in the crowd getting ever closer to the singer. At one point I was pushed so far ahead that I was directly in front of Manson, arms outstretched, terribly close to the absolution he offered. Our hands nearly touched as he smiled at me and then, ACK!!! My body was pulled under into a sea of bodies going wild at his song, “Rock Is Dead.” Next thing I remember is standing in the entrance of the venue attempting to catch my breath—eyes stark white, hair disheveled. After a few moments I stood up, looked back at the crowd and whispered, “Wow…”
From there I made sure to stay Really clear of the moshing and enjoyed his return to old favorites like “The Beautiful People”, “Personal Jesus” and “Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This).” It was great to see him and Twiggy Ramirez (bassist) playing on stage like old times, and the various costume changes he presented throughout the show.
Manson has definitely found his stride after carving a space for himself in popular culture that covers the young and old. I’d be thrilled to see him staying in the game for years to come.
Written by C.Long for #blkgrlswurldZINE