a short review of the new NIN album
I anticipated this album with fangirl glee, I tell you. I wanted to love it, cherish it, make love to it, breathe in its glorious air....I wanted to embrace it.
I was teased with one song back in February. I was expecting brilliance. Genius. Aural orgasms.
Now, after fifteen or so listens, and fully understanding that it took me months to fall in love with The Fragile, I am ready to make my judgment.
The album is cold and unfeeling and has no soul, much like my ex husband.
That's it. My entire review. Subject to change in a month or so when I, feeling like I owe Reznor something for the hours and hours of self-pity he has afforded me with his music, will give it a few more listens and decide it has grown on me.
And of course, I'll be at Best Buy during my lunch hour buying the damn thing (the DualDisc format), because my obsessive compulsive nature forces me to complete CD collections even though some of that collection may be crap on a disc. 19 halos, man. That's more than Mother Theresa, I bet.
Bonus: The Ghost that Feeds: NIN meets Ray Parker, Jr.
Extra bonus: Dave Grohl appears on the album, which is like having gold in your pocket.
Hey, Fred Durst likes it! Warning: clicking on that site will load up some sound that's supposed to be Limp Bizkit channeling Rage Against the Machine, but is more like fifteen dying cats and a sputtering retard falling down a canyon.
Update: My husband brought up a good point in that he thinks I may not even want to like it, and I am subconciously distancing myself from NIN because I have come to the realization that this album is going to be the one that makes people go from "Oh, NIN? Aren't they, like, a goth band or something?" to "OhmyGOD! Like, Trent is gonna be on the OC tonight! OMGWTFLOL Trent is teh hottiez 4eva!! LMAO haha fuck me like an animal, Trent!"