Nine Inch Nails' 1992 EP is half an hour of visceral, undiluted anger delivered through muscular, caustic guitars and Trent Reznor's anguished screams. It is concise, focused, and arguably the pinnacle of Nine Inch Nails' discography.
Fans should reasonably expect very little, if any, new Nine Inch Nails output in the near or distant future. Which means now is as good a time as any to get a little retrospective when it comes to trying to figure out Trent Reznor's best work within the NIN framework.
Even if Reznor and Ross produce little that would not have felt at home on their recent collaborations, Fincher's application of their unsettling abilities to his unnerving movie feels like one of the project's multiple strokes of inspired genius.