Trent Reznor is a network of balanced contradictions – and all the richer for it. His music can be as abrasive as chain saws or as melodious as birds – often in the same four minutes. Until The Fragile, he worked almost exclusively with machines but expertly wrung earthy warmth from their chips and bits. As much as his music screams “Fuck you,” it whispers “Love me.” It can sound simple, but it is meticulously crafted and complexly programmed. Reznor uncorks chaos but has the intelligence to harness it. As industrial, distorted and thrashing as Nine Inch Nails are, there is an inherent groove to the music that can’t be learned – like Prince, like Sly Stone.
Happy 48th birthday Trent Reznor!
If you say “old sport” three times in front of your mirror Gatsby will appear and awkwardly hit on your wife
The first two pages from my upcoming comic Horus Story, the very true story of Horus’ birth according to Egyptian legend.
AAAAAHHH LITTLE SET AHAHHAH
Laughing entirely too hard oh my god
“I really want that box”
Oldies but the goodies
I managed to get the new Daft Punk album, Random Access Memories.
I like this song the best so far and I think this one will be a hit. That is all.