Remind me why we give a shit about Pretty Hate Machine again? Last year I naively called the production on NIN's debut "visionary", but it's miles behind Skinny Puppy's 6th (!) album that beat it by a year.
The noise is busier, more inventive, more satisfying, the textures more varied, the experience more exciting. Unlistenable, but with hints of fun: near-dancy, pop-adjacent boops and buzzes in a shitstorm of shrapnel. Themewise it's the usual doom and gloom, but at least it's global-scale; maybe people just find spilled-milk suicide screeching more relatable. At least this commits 3.5/5
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