The themes are probably obvious, but ripe: ambition, obsession, alienation, deception, greed. In fact, they're quite in your face, every ad designed to slap you with the torpid stare of a punk kid from white plains that gains "more friends than Jesus". A boy whom we will likely discover needs to have not just friends, but followers, willfully brings them to him by the virtue of a single concept that gets him more than he bargained for. This is just the bag of thrills I was looking for.

No, there is a direct darkness to each tune, much more in the vein of Ghosts, that lends itself well to the story of a brilliant twerp who wins not the just the girl, but all of them. Here, Reznor and Ross make Hollywood work. The Gentle Hum of Anxiety pierces the spleen of a generation that wants to believe the question of soul doesn't matter. It is the tale we've been waiting for, one of a moment of genius that comes from a drunken night to become something we hadn't even dreamed of, fueling the crushing ambition it takes to conquer our world, every opportunity said yes to, every person stepped on the way to get there. This isn't a heart warming success story, it's the truth to the cost of ambition, the entry fee to the upper echelon of greatness.


