Have you ever had an old girlfriend or boyfriend as the case may be, that you break up with and you keep running into them, you hook up again and again and you inevitable end up jumping into bed with them. You do this in spite of knowing that nothing good could come of the situation. Though it feels good for a few moments, it leaves you feeling dirty and like you would have been better off staying home and watching TV-Land while eating Fruity Pebbles in your underwear. Well that’s how the new Nine inch Nails album has made me feel.
The fire and passion that once ignited the intensity of a soul is replaced with distant memories of what once was. Only small hints of the magic that once lurked just under the surface remain.
The tracks melt into one another, as they drone on for over an hour Trent Reznor and his company of useless soldiers make you wish American Idol was on TV.
If I could have any moment of my life back, I would undoubtedly ask for the time that it took me to listen to this album.
Year Zero, get just that, a Zero.
(Sleen)

I was really looking forward to some new Nails. I popped the CD into my player hoping for a spectacular semblance of rebellion and found myself listening to a….well….zero. The first thought I had upon listening to the first bars of the first song was that Nine Inch Nails has been court-ordered to take prozac. What happened to the shock and awe? What happened to the starf***ers? What happened to the f***ing like animals? The album definitely left me wanting something more. By the end of the CD I found myself woefully referring to Reznor as a “damn emo kid” and wondering whether he was cutting himself like the music had done to my ear drums. On a scale of one to ten. This album deserves it’s name’s worth.
(MS)

Nine Inch Nails - Year Zero
Lable: NOthign Records
Release Date: April 17, 2007