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The first NIN album since 2008's "The Slip" is another step forward for Trent Reznor.
It finds the Scots reclaiming dance-rock while attempting to avoid post-punk ubiquity—with varying success.
Once again, the ever-consistent Superchunk reminds listeners that growing up doesn’t have to mean slowing down—or lowering the volume.
It's an album that wasn't meant to be released, but we're glad it did.
This is one slow-motion joyride.
Forget the lame controversy. Give the music a chance.
The LA band's trademark lightness of spirit is missing from this disappointing album.
It's the first and only time an album has been arranged to arrive with platinum certification.
Monstrous, beautiful production jumps ahead, misogynistic ideology jumps back.
This album just screams epic.
There are a couple of gems here, but the whole album is a bit of a chore.
The group's sophomore effort is wildly uneven.
The Scottish duo delivered its best material in more than a decade.
"The album has a surprising integrity and heaviness."
This one's a deviation from the QOTSA norm, which hurts a little.