God have mercy on our dirty little hearts
I don't know about all the other Trentophiles out there, but I've spent the last week since my editor handed me my own free copy of Year Zero in absolute Nine Inch Nails euphoria. I've listened to it so much at this point it's probably bordering on unhealthy. If you're not familiar with how it works in the world of these favorite sons of industrial, a new Nails album is generally few and far in between; two a decade if we're lucky. It's been a bittersweet goodbye to Trent's drug habit for most as he's lost some of the tortured charm that had so defined him since the late 80's, but the fact that the ratio of albums to years has drastically reduced is nothing short of a joygasm for all. And the quality of the results are maturing as boldly and gracefully as the elusive front man himself.
