I've been an on-again off-again fan of NiN, especially the Atticus Ross-era stuff. So much texture.
So I grudgingly admire the production: it was pretty visionary to be this glitched out and metal and dancy in 1989. There's some good, nasty noise in the crannies, some real squonky hooks.
But good god these lyrics! Some real middle school book margin shit, so relentlessly miserable, from "grey would be the color // if I had a heart" to "now I'm slipping on the tears you made me cry" and on and on and on for 48 minutes. It's like being trapped by some sad sack at a party, feeling your sympathy and patience drain as the same grievances get aired again and again 3/5
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