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It's pointless to say the prominent place that NIN hold in the ultimate pleasures of my musical journey, but I must be honest, this is a mediocre album and I am sincere in saying that with teeth did not appeal to me at all. I won't dwell on the supposed overly polished or overly catchy approach; with teeth confirms that time (which for Bowie twisted on the ground like a whore) passes for everyone, and Reznor, who reached his peak in the 90s, now finds himself in this pre-senile age, very far from that emotional shock I experienced one vague day in '94 when I saw in a late-night program hosted by Mixo on videomusic the video for march of the pigs (the one where a young, luciferian Reznor writhed against a white background with his band, looking like a true Faustian cyberpunk demon, smashing microphone stands to the ground for a total of 3 minutes of uncontrolled euphoria), a psychological shock that changed my tactile and grasping perceptions of that fraudulent skin called rock.

Reznor has become bourgeois, but have you seen his biceps?? He only thinks about working out now, those inflated arms are terrifying. And you can see that he’s calm, and from an artistic perspective, being so lazy and at peace with himself is like being in a deep coma, no, it’s pointless—a mediocre record. From someone like him, it's only fair to at least savor genuine anger, which is missing here. Adieu, gym rat, you’ll become just another wannabe.

I agree with Laura, they are all 4 the same person; all 4 of the phantom brains together can't even create one the size of a normal person.

Yorke president of the republic

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