The Last Tour On Earth
Released: 1999, Nothing
*Sigh* You've got to be kidding me. A LIVE album from Marilyn Manson? Oh dear. Well, here goes. Opening with 2:30 of ambient "build-up" sound which is about as effective as a knee to the groin, this 69+ minute ride is on!
Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not going to say that Mr. Manson doesn't have a place in 90's pop culture because he does…but he sure as hell doesn't have any business calling himself, or anyone in his band, a musician. And one other thing, no matter what anyone says, Marilyn Manson IS NOT METAL!
Now that we've gotten that out of the way, I'll admit, I've been an intrigued fan of his previous 3 albums (Smells Like Children sucks by any stretch of the imagination), and he does put on a great live show, but really, there is no music in the world of Marilyn Manson. Marilyn Manson has always been more about making a statement with studio trickery than anything else. This album proves that.
Last Tour opens with "The Reflecting God", and right off the bat, it proves that Manson can't sing worth a damn. It is painfully obvious that his limited vocals are aided by whatever jabroni (thanks again Rock!) produces his albums. Live, Manson can't even get close to the screams and pitches that he hits in the studio. Speaking of studios and production, the production on this album sucks ass. The drums sound like tin cans, the guitars are like dying car engines and the bass…please just go away Twiggy.
Everything that is wrong about Marilyn Manson is personified in this album, especially in "Sweet Dreams/Hell Outro". The bloody awful background vocals, the pseudo-creepy keyboard passages that could be a thousand times better if they were played by frickin' Wesley Willis (search this guy out for a huge laugh!). And don't even get me started on that "soulful" background singer in ""The Dope Show" and "I Don't Like the Drugs". Honey (at least I think that's a woman), there are schools you can go to where they teach you how to sing in tune.
Naturally, we get wonderful (we call that sarcasm) on-stage raps from Mr. Manson himself. Just like his lyrucks, his stage banter is trite and juvenile, all in an attempt to rouse the rabble in attendance from their sleep. I mean, the crowd is obviously confused when he starts chanting "goddamn you're righteous" before the band bust into "Get Your Gunn". Embarrassing.
Wow, I can just picture the hate mail flowing in now. Well, save it. You're entitled to your opinion, and I'm entitled to mine.
There are a few mildly entertaining spots on the album though. "Great Big White World" comes across particularly well, "Rock Is Dead" whips up a suitable angry froth. And of course, the crowd goes crazy for "Beautiful People" which adds to the effectiveness of the song. But really, the worthwhile moments on this CD are too few and far between to be even close to a recommendation to purchase it. Oh, and, the new track is average at best. Time to rethink the band's direction Brian.