Manson still loves pussy

Marilyn Manson’s 1998 autobiography, The Long Hard Road Out of Hell, is notable for several reasons. For one thing, it was its co-author (read: the dude who listened to Manson babble on and on and then actually turned those babblings into a book) Neil Strauss’ first foray into rock star hagiography, which is to say, it was ostensibly a practice run for Motley Crue’s superior The Dirt, which Strauss which would write three years later. For another thing, it was written at the height of Manson’s stardom, so the dude did not yet know the sting of releasing an album no one cared about, which means that, throughout the course of the book, he takes himself way, way, wwwwaaaayyyy too seriously. (He seems to think that he might actually be the antichrist, claims to have given Axl Rose the idea to record a Charles Manson song for “The Spaghetti Incident?!”, and more or less accuses Trent Reznor of not believing in him, despite the fact that Reznor signed him to his Nothing Records imprint, produced his first two albums, and co-wrote and played on a whole bunch of the songs on Antichrist Superstar.) And both because and despite this fact, the book is actually a really fun read. One of the highlights of MetalSucks’ Heavy Metal Literature Night a couple of weeks ago (and someday I’ll post a wrap-up and photos from that event, I swear) was a young woman reading Manson’s list of ways the reader can tell if he is gay (I say “he” because Manson claims that all women are lesbians) — for example, if you have ever gotten any semen on you, be it your own or someone else’s, you are, apparently, gay. (Allow me to congratulate each and every male reader of this site on being gay, many of you probably just this morning.)

Why am I rambling on and on about this? Because apparently Manson has hired former LA Weekly writer Erin Broadley to pen his new, authorized biography.

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Back in 1996, I was an angst-ridden young buck, and the only kind of music I truly cared about was industrial rock. Indeed, it was at the tail of a gilded age for the subgenre, the door to commercial success having been opened a few years earlier by major-label breakthrough artists like Nine Inch Nails and Ministry as well as notable independent label acts like long-slogging innovators KMFDM. If you have ever owned music from bands like God Lives Underwater or Gravity Kills, you know exactly what I’m talking about, brother.

That same year also saw the major release of a self-titled debut from SKOLD, a dark electronic project from a former member of glammy metal act Shotgun Messiah, a group that had toyed with industrial rock on their final album Violent New Breed. Though there wasn’t a bad song in the bunch, the highlights included machinist’s slog “Dust To Dust” and soaring dystopian anthem “Neverland.” Though mastermind Mr. Tim Skold would move on to lengthy stints with Marilyn Manson (refer to: The Golden Age Of Grotesque, arguably the band’s finest record) and the aforementioned KMFDM, this now woefully out-of-print album–and occasionally accompanying promo VHS cassette–has always held a special plate in my withered heart. This is is why I am so pleased to report that after thirteen (13!) long years, Mr. Skold has revived this long dormant solo act.

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To review: last year Wes Borland joined Marilyn Manson. This seemed a little odd because while Manson and Borland both like to play dress-up, Manson is a known Limp Bizkit hater – a fact which Manson explained away at the time by claiming that Borland “used to be in a really terrible band that he left because he felt that it was a destructive force in art.”

Of course, this little marriage didn’t last very long because Borland went running back to Bizkit, thus making Manson look like a fool or, at best, pretty naieve.

So, of course, Manson being the God of Shit Talkers, he has now lashed out at Borland in Kerrang:

“We almost made the mistake of having Wes play guitar but he re-joined Limp Bizkit,” Manson explains. “That move forever eradicated my feelings on his choices in life as an artist.”

When asked why he thinks Borland went back to his old band, Manson said: “That is what I find myself asking when I urinate sometimes. He said he would never go back. If the reason is money, then I’d rather roll up a 5 note and shove it up my urethra. I’d rather set my dick on fire than join something that I hated.”

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What did you expect Jeordie White to do? With A Perfect Circle disbanded and Trent Reznor announcing that his most recent line-up of NIN is a thing of the past, the man’s in some serious need of a paycheck.

So it shouldn’t be too shocking that the artist formerly known as Twiggy Ramirez is now the artist once again known as Twiggy Ramirez and has rejoined Marilyn Manson. This is roughly akin to Slash re-joining GN’R, except less people will give a fuck.

ANYWAY, Blabbermouth very cleverly dug up this old quote from White/Ramirez from a few years back:

“I miss it sometimes. There’s a lot of parts of my life that I like so much better now. One of the reasons I’m not in [Marilyn Manson] anymore is that I started to feel a little ridiculous. . . . The time period I was in that band I meant it, all the theatrics onstage, all the characters, so to speak, without sounding too stupid or pretentious. The Twiggy Ramirez character was real. And then it began to start to feel like Gene Simmons or something. ‘Oh, I gotta put my dress on to go play.’ If I were to do that again I probably wouldn’t be that same person. I wouldn’t just do the Kiss reunion and throw the dress on and smear my makeup and start doing a bunch of drugs.”

So I guess the only way that White/Ramirez can avoid making this look like a cash grab is if he, uh, I dunno, doesn’t wear a dress on stage?

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