And so "Somewhat Damaged" continues to pound out its same four notes. Systematically, layers of crust, fuzz, dirt, and whatever else Reznor can scrape off the walls in his studio are piled on top, pounding out the same four- note scale. 1-2-3-4. 1-2-3-4. 1-2-3-4. Ooh, wow, did he just say "fuck?" Trent, Holden Caulfield rubbed that out 50 years ago.
8:00pm: "Hello?" asks Ryan.
"Okay, I'm going to read you something," I say.
"Oh, hey dude. Um, sure."
"'She shines/ In a world full of ugliness/ She matters/ When everything is meaningless.'"
"Oh, man."
"'Sometimes I have everything/ Yet I wish I felt something.'"
"Are these lyrics?"
"'Underneath it all/ We feel so small/ The Heavens fall / But still we crawl.'"
"Haha. What is this?"
"Pleading and/ Needing and/ Bleeding and/ Breeding and/ Feeding/ Exceeding."
"Rhyme-y."
"Now everything is clear/ I can erase the fear/ I can disapper."
"Man, what is this. Is this some emo album?"
"I am every fucking thing and just a little more/ And when I suck you off not a drop will go to waste/ It's really not so bad, you know, once you get past the taste, yeah/ Starfuckers."
"No. Oh, no. No. It's Nine Inch Nails!"
1:49am: "Even Deeper," a track mixed by Dr. Dre, spits aluminum riffs into my headphones. The entire concept of pairing of Dr. Dre and Nine Inch Nails, a match maid in Kornboy heaven (or most likely the Interscope commissary) is laughable. Shuffling beats squirt under "Blade Runner" booms and fathoms of string samples. The end product sounds entirely similar to the rest of this 104- minute albatross. The token celebrity stroking of this studio marriage is fittingly overwrought, unnecessary and done with questionable intent. From the sound of it, Trent cares little to broaden his palate from this rap/ rock union. Without the liner notes, one would never pick this song as "the Dr. Dre track."