Two decades ago, Trent Reznor sang of being a 26-year-old on his way to hell, and he sounded as if he was taking the commuter lane, the express route, self-immolating with an anger as fiery hot as the flames of his stated destination.
Two decades ago, Trent Reznor sang of being a 26-year-old on his way to hell, and he sounded as if he was taking the commuter lane, the express route, self-immolating with an anger as fiery hot as the flames of his stated destination.