bow down before the one you serve.

the 80's were cool. trent reznor was actually pretty badass. i'm sure current fans of nin can appreciate his oldman gothic 'industrial' ways, (lolz, remember when 'industrial' music was cool? oh, the 90's), but i don't care no more. this isn't a post about how cool nine inch nails are. or trent reznor is or isn't. but instead, how incredibly cheesy, yet timeless reznor's debut nin 1989 release, pretty hate machine is badass.i don't know if it's some sort of subtle mind trickery hypnosis that i was succombed to at age 7, when my 21 year old brother would get all pumped up on his handheld boombox on christmas break from college. (lord knows that's how i got hooked on huey lewis & the news, but hell, i never fell for inxs, and believe you me, mr. jtr totally rocked the new sensation back then). or maybe the sick sleezy production of tracks like 'sin', (which reminds me of sndtrk to a teenage mutant ninja turtles movie), or 'head like a hole' are really just that simplistic good. i don't know. i do know that mr. reznor was nursing a bit of a broken heart, and was a night janitor when he wrote this 10 track collection of badness, and i fully appreciate it. makes me want to pierce my nose with an oversized safety pin, tear up my skinny jean knees, and rock some badass black eyeliner and overkill the aquanet.

but i won't. instead, i'll sit on my lopsided wine soaked ikea sofa (only one sip pre-spill, mind you, i'm really that clutzy), and listen to my iTunes proud, feeling all sorts of coolness for pretty hate machine.