They’re on Reznor’s Nothing label. But so’s Manson. The singer has a snotty, sneering voice, like The Divinyls, or maybe Wendy O. Williams with a head cold.
The relentless barrage of bleak symbolism and stylized squalor can get a tad wearying in a single sitting, but you’re unlikely to find better all in one place.
David Lynch enlisted the services of Trent Reznor to compile its soundtrack, in much the same way Rezzie put together the collage for Natural Born Killers.
Currently, MM is doing that industrial-metal thing that’s all the rage. That’s all fine and good. Sometimes it works. MM’s crack at the genre is average.