I used to rock this album on a tape deck in the backseat of a car when I was an angsty teenager. I love how this sounds to me now though - poppy eighties rhythms pummeled by a lethal compressed metal guitar -- combined with those whisper to scream vocals. It sounds like Trent heard some New Order and then was like "fuck that. Lets turn this up to 11." This is my second video write up including a gyroscope. I'll drink to that. Shout out to gyroscopes. Also shout out to Trent Reznor for making unhappy music for people who liked new wave but think it wasn't loud/metal sounding enough.
Today I learned that me and King Chip have something in common. I myself am partial to couches and chilling. Shout out to that weird wa-wa guitar solo at the end, that was pretty killer. Shout out to chill people. Shout out to escalators. Shout out to Cleveland. Shout out to couches. Shout out to not working. Chip if you're ever in New York and want to chill on a filthy couch email me -------->