Saturday, October 6, 2018

FILM REVIEW: Industrial Accident: The Story of Wax Trax! Records (2017)


Directed by Julia Nash

* * * ½

It seems as if everybody feels like they were born in the wrong generation. I’m no exception to this. Well, actually, let me clarify a bit: as far as my cinephilia is concerned, I don’t think there’s a better time to be a film enthusiast than right now – while this is a conversation for another time, Janus Films’ miraculous restoration of Satyajit Ray’s Apu Trilogy proves my point. When it comes to music, on the other hand…a little bit about myself: I’m a total industrial goth, and what I would give to be a young man between 1993-96, the days when industrial raving was at its peak, when goths and rivetheads danced the night away to the pulsating beats and ominous synthesizers of acts like Nine Inch Nails and Skinny Puppy. However, these glorious days wouldn’t be what they are without Jim Nash, Dannie Flesher, and their gift to the world of underground music: Wax Trax! Records.

It is a time that has, unfortunately, run its course, but it will always be remembered fondly by its enthusiasts. Now, it has been further immortalized, courtesy of Jim Nash’s daughter Julia, and her new film Industrial Accident, a terrific new documentary chronicling the charming beginnings of Wax Trax!, its transition from record store to record label, subsequent part in expanding the industrial music scene, and unfortunate demise.

Wax Trax! was founded by Jim Nash and Dannie Flesher, an openly gay couple with a love for the weird, obscure, and underground. It was a huge hit of a store, so much so to lead the Ramones to state that it was the best record store they had ever shopped at. Though Wax Trax! started in Denver, it would eventually relocate to Chicago. Nash and Flesher’s love for underground music was evident in their store’s catalog, and it became more than a store: a safe-haven for fellow weirdos.

With records from artists like Ministry and Front 242 leaving Wax Trax! in shopping bags, a unique scene began to grow more and more, which became known as industrial music. Then came the snowball effect, with various different artists like KMFDM and My Life with the Thrill Kill Kult (among many) enjoying new heights and success in their careers.

Director Julia Nash is the daughter of co-founder Jim, and I would not rather have anybody else make this movie. Nash is granted access from various first-hand sources, starting with family and friends of Nash and Flesher, but further expanding the story with accounts from key players of the industrial scene like Al Jourgensen (Ministry), Richard Jonckheere (Front 242), Frankie Nardiello (My Life with the Thrill Kill Kult) and Sascha Konietzko (KMFDM) – and this is only a handful among many, many interview subjects.

This expansive palette of interview subjects helps paint as full a picture as you can get of a specific time and place of music history. However, talking heads can only get a documentary so far and can only hold the viewer’s attention so much, and here is where Industrial Accident really strives: the passion. Everybody involved, from the testimonies of the interviews to Julia Nash’s direction, remembers this time with great fondness. But this isn’t pathetically nostalgic gloating or arbitrary fan-service, as everybody provides fascinating (and sometimes very funny) insight into this world.

Industrial Accident is solid as both an account of an important store/label as well as a retrospect on unique music scene, but it never goes as far as it could with these two subjects. It starts out just fine, but once the industrial scene really kicks off, recounting the explosion of different artists, it focuses purely on industrial music, almost forgetting to tie it back to Wax Trax! Thus, when the film reaches its third act (when Wax Trax! reached its demise due to financial trouble, being purchased by TVT Records, and the death of one of the founders), I almost completely forgot that I was watching a documentary about the film’s namesake, since there is so much focus on the genre.

There is something of a double-edge sword with this criticism. Back to myself for a moment: being such a fan of the genre, I’m always finding myself extolling the glory of this music…and then having to explain just what the hell “industrial” is. Ultimately, industrial is a somewhat niche scene, and Industrial Accident never really provides any background on the genre. Granted, this is supposed to be a documentary about Wax Trax!, but with there being such focus on an underground scene, I think providing the viewer with some very brief background on how industrial came to be. Let me put it to you this way: “industrial” was coined by a band called Throbbing Gristle, who are now legends in the scene – if memory serves me correctly, they are mentioned only once in the entire film (though Chris Carter and the lovely Cosey Fanni Tutti are interviewed). For a complete account on industrial, consider double-featuring Industrial Accident with Industrial Soundtrack for the Urban Decay, a documentary that accounts the origins of industrial.

One more criticism, not as pressing as the others: many of the subjects interviewed are from Europe, and sometimes are very difficult to understand, not to mention we listen in on a phone call at one point, but there are no subtitles provided, making some moments difficult to understand.

I digress, though. I recommend it as not only a fan but also as a genuinely insightful documentary: while any fan of music could appreciate this film, I don’t think it won’t mean nearly as much as it will to fans of the scene. Granted, this documentary may tell fans thing they already know, the fondness and passion for this time makes it worthwhile regardless. It’s truly a shame these days are behind us, but Industrial Accident reminds us to not only smile because it happened, but reminds us that our old industrial records are still worth spinning.


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