The last time I saw Nine Inch Nails, I commented in my review "Reznor is screaming, 'Too fucked up to care anymore.' I'm pondering whether Nine Inch Nails has received the academic examination it so clearly merits, and whether filling that possible void is why I should be heading back to grad school."
I'm happy to say that I'm just putting the finishing touches on a paper
about Nine Inch Nails. I decided to analyze "The Great Destroyer"
rather than "Somewhat Damaged," but the semester is still young. The
shorter version: Fuck you, Adorno. Just because it's modern and it's
popular doesn't mean it isn't also serious art.