After a five-year hiatus, Trent Reznor hasn't changed much. He's still pretty angry and mopey, but I guess it gets him laid. Back when Reznor and co. made their debut, the musical landscape was pretty humourless, so his schtick seemed kind of sexy. But now that we've come out the other end of the age of irony, is there a place for screaming, "There is no you. There is only me"? A lot of this record is fairly plodding, although there are more upbeat, exciting bits sprinkled here and there. Apparently, Dave Grohl is on drums, so he may be responsible for at least some of those moments. Basically, this is the same industrial pop you'd find in any era - heavy guitars and bombastic chaos here, a sombre, sparse piano there. If you told me it was five or 10 years old I'd believe you.