Nine Inch Nails
The Downward Spiral

THE REVIEW

I entered that cold afternoon at Feltrinelli, it was 7:00 PM and I saw an album, it was calling me, offering me knowledge, pain, violence, the end. An offer I couldn't refuse, kisses to Trent Reznor. It was the first album I bought, I was only 13, an album that marked my life. (Seghe Mentali from "The Downward Spiral")

As soon as I put the disc in the stereo, I heard some beats, the nightmare was beginning, the lord of self-destruction (...drugs...) was coming to get me, I managed to escape and get a bit of respite (...abstinence...), but the "pig" of my dreams was following me, that filthy "pig" wanted to take me and redo my asshole, once again. (God does not exist, god died before being born, your god is dead and nobody cares about it, we will see him again in hell.) I ran from the "pig" but found myself in the march of the "pigs" ready to get me, they took me and I felt their panting, they were enjoying, I thought and tried to stay calm, the "pig" was just one but I was so small, I couldn't do anything. The "pig" wanted to screw me like an animal, wanted to feel me from inside and come inside me. (So closed to a god dead before being born.) How did it get so big? How did it get so strong, so hard, so long. I had no time to think, the "pig" fortunately wasn't there, it was just a dream. My father returned home from work, I realized that the education they gave me was just a way to program me, and something in me realizes it, my father is a "machine", no, a circuit, of this system that wants imperfection as perfection. I don't want this, no I don't want it, all of this makes me vomit, it's all fake and without substance, they want to dominate us, but who? No one, we are simply masochists, destined to die, destined to go extinct. "I am a great man with a gun, suck my old cock" I thought I had heard something similar on TV, no instead it was our beloved differently tall knight saying the usual crap. And now? Darkness, a warm darkness enveloped my skin, maybe I just need to fuck, I need my ex. I dream of her, I find her, I touch her, I fuck her, I use her, I break her. She loses me, she hates me, she hits me, she erases me. My precious whore, I am so impure for her, so beautifully false. A spiral underneath me pulls me, no, it wasn't a real spiral, it was all so blue like my cousin's old mushrooms. I harmed myself My dear friends and everyone I know are leaving. I wear my crown of shit like the new "Jesus Christ" of this era. I feel so low and you keep hurting me. Mom if you can hear me know that I love you, wherever you are right now I hope you are happy and doing better than me.

It was supposed to be an ironic review, but this album, this album has been important to me, so important that I have to ridicule it with my stupid depression. Loving is just a word, the facts in the end, always prove otherwise.
Listen to this album only if you are in the mood to indulge in many, many mental jerks until you become blind to any emotion.