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20/10/2009 Somewhere in the Canadian forest.
I remained in oblivion for some time: I didn't want to believe it... No, it's not possible, but alas, reality is often much worse than one might expect. I had thought of kidnapping him and then shooting him in the head like you do with a lame horse, but then I had a revelation, struck on the road to Damascus like a cat by the headlights of a truck. I had to redeem him, at all costs. Now he's here, tied to a chair hand and foot with packing tape, naked, 2 electrodes per testicle, the kind used for electrostimulation: a kind souvenir I took from the worm's house. I have him here before me, my idol, Trent Reznor, Mister Self-Destruction, with a ball of rags in his mouth, as if he were a Sardinian porceddu. It was easy to get him to open the door, just offering him some anabolic steroids... Oh my, what a misery, a blow to the head and off to the green woods of the north.
Me: "You've finally woken up, slept well?"
TR: "Oh... the head, who the hell... AAAAAHHH!!!!" (double shock to the balls)
Me: "Shut up, worm, you just need to listen and do what I say. Remember I'm doing this for your own good, pretend you're in Rehab."
TR: "But you're insane, you asshole!!! You're going to make me impotent!!! AAAAAHHH!!!" (second shock to the balls, this time longer; with stubborn animals, that's how it goes)
Me: "I have to admit it's an idea that crossed my mind and remains valid should you prove reluctant to cooperate. You know why you're here, dumbass. You can't deceive people. First, you're a god of music dropping lightning bolts and philosopher's stones, then you go to a clinic to detox... You make us wait years and return pumped up like Mr. Clean and with a crap CD like With Teeth... I would have liked to throw it at your teeth. Time goes by, I'm kind, and I forgive you and..."
TR: "Ok... please... let me go... I'm your idol, right? I won't report you, agreed? I can pay you... NO DAMN!!! NOT THE SHOCKS!!!!AAAAAHHH!!!"
Me: "It doesn't seem like you understand. I'm not interested in your money; I just want you to return to being the artist you once were. You can't go from collaborating with people like Bowie or Foetus and then end up with scum like Grohl and maybe even... Do you know Gabry Ponte? Let's leave that aside. Anyway, the story continues... Our hero comes out with a new album: Year Zero ta-dan! I must admit you know how to create suspense... spreading USBs at the concerts, the codes to enter... Nice packaging too... But I'm sorry to inform you that shit even if well-wrapped remains shit....at most feces, or at worst guano..."
TR: "Ouch... Come on, it wasn't that bad!!! Hyperpower! God Given... SurvivAAAAAHHH!!!"
Me: "I told you to shut up. And anyway, they're just isolated episodes in a sea of desolation. Too often I've found myself skipping tracks out of boredom... And then even that kind of rap at the end... Ghosts I-IV comes out and WOW!!!, you make me reconsider!!! All instrumental tracks, but such atmospheres!!! The old Trent has been found, by Diana!!!...But what you shouldn't have done, what you absolutely shouldn't have done, was release that piece of crap Ep of The Slip DAMN!!! Can't you restrain yourself!!! Since you were at it, you could have called it The Shit!!! At least you would have been consistent. But where the hell were you when you produced it, in the gym lifting 120kg of weights?!! Extremely pompous music and nonexistent lyrics at worst and repetitions of already heard and re-heard motifs at best!!! I'd really give you a Head Like A Hole but with a .44 Magnum and the downward spiral you only see now when you flush... You're in a bad place... very bad..."
TR: "You're crazy... You're sickOOOOOHHH!!!!" (another shock, reeeeally long....)
I take out the pupil dilator and turn on the PC and projector, with A Clockwork Orange as the ideal handbook for the treatment I want to adopt on the patient: a single file, looped endlessly with Media Player, containing all the good videos of the Good Trent in sequence. One sole aim to cure or die.
Me: "You'll see, at first, it will be a bit tough but then you'll understand and think of this period as a restorative vacation. I'll come once a day to give you a drip, the bare minimum... Mom says you need to lose all those useless bulges you have on your body... The sooner you learn, the sooner it will end."
TR: "Oh... No... Please don't leave me here... I beg you..." (I don't even hear him, with the background of "Wish" filling the room...)
I close the door.
(P.S. After a month, the patient made it necessary to start a Valium cycle since he was mumbling disconnected phrases like "Mmmmhhh... Where's myyy... 20kg dumbbbbbell...". I'm optimistic about the progress made. We mustn't give up. He can do it... Maybe.)
You might ask: "Where's the review of The Slip?"
It is exactly this.
NOTHING.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
02 1,000,000 (03:56)
kind of hard
hard to see
when you crawl
on your hands and your knees
with your face
in the trough
wait your turn
while they finish you off
don't know when it started
don't know how
should have found out
should have happened by now
got these lines
on my face
after all this time
and i still haven't found my place
i jump from every rooftop
so high so far to fall
i feel a million miles away
i don't feel any thing at all
i wake up
on the floor
start it up again
like it matters anymore
i don't know
if it does
is this really all
that there ever was?
put the gun
in my mouth
close your eyes
blow my fucking brains out
pretty patterns
on the floor
that's enough for you
but i still need more
i jump from every rooftop
so high so far to fall
i feel a million miles away
i don't feel any thing at all
03 Letting You (03:49)
The sky is painted black
The smoke pours out the stack
One hand upon your heart
One hand behind your back
You train us how to act
You keep the fear intact
The imminent attack
Everything is right on track
And we are letting you get away
We are letting you get away with it
Upon our plates to feed
The dying left to bleed
How much we really need
Your politics of greed
The cancer takes ahold
The wolf is in the fold
Our destiny's been sold
We do just what we're told
And we are letting you get away
We are letting you get away with it
Your armies filled with hate
Believing your charade
Begin to suffocate
For us it's far too late
And we are letting you get away
We are letting you get away with it
04 Discipline (04:19)
Am I - Am I still tough enough?
Feels like I'm wearing down, down, down, down, down
Is my viciousness,
Losing ground, ground, ground, ground, ground?
Am I taking too much?
Did I cross the line, line, line?
I need my role in this
Very clearly defined
(Chorus)
I need your discipline,
I need your help
I need your discipline,
You know once I start I cannot help myself
And now it's starting up,
Feels like I'm losing touch
Nothing matters to me,
Nothing matters as much
I see you left a mark,
Up and down my skin, skin, skin
I don't know where I end,
And where you begin
(Chorus1)
I can not stop myself.
Once I start I can not stop myself.
(x7)And you knew,
That once I start I can not stop myself.
(Chorus2)
I need your discipline,
I need your help.
I need your discipline
Because once I start I cannot stop myself.
05 Echoplex (04:45)
Nice and high and far apart
Just like they said
I built this place with broken parts
Just like they said
You chip away the old version of you
You'd be surprised at what you can do
I'm safe in here
Irrelevant
Just like they said
My voice just echoes off these walls
My voice just echoes off these walls
You feel me breathe
I am watching you
I see it all
The many ways you can't get to me
I see them all
I see the hell you put yourself through
All the things I could do if I wanted to
My voice just echoes off these walls
My voice just echoes off these walls
I don't need anything at all
My voice just echoes off these walls
(whispered)(lalalalalalalalalalalalalalala (3x)
lalalalalalala)
And I just slowly fade away x3
(Fade) x6
You will never ever, ever, ever get to me in here x3
You will never ever, ever, ever get to me
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By GrantNicholas
Reznor is in good form, both artistically and 'productively', and you can feel it right from the sonic onslaughts of '1,000,000'.
'The Slip' is a good piece of work, obviously not on the level of 'The Downward Spiral' or 'The Fragile,' but it nevertheless confirms the talent of Mr. Reznor.
By CannibalKid
"The NIN sound is always recognizable yet more direct than ever, truly millions of miles away from the past."
"With 'Head Down' it’s love at first listen, Trent’s words are my words, his voice is my voice, his face is my face."
By beso
My answer is NO! Trent Reznor is not finished or sold out.
The Slip is, in my opinion, the sum of the previous albums from the 2000s.
