Never mind that it took
Trent Reznor a long, long time to deliver
Nine Inch Nails' second album; the anticipation that greeted
The Downward Spiral was nothing compared to what awaited its sequel,
The Fragile. Like
Spiral,
The Fragile appeared five years after its predecessor, but the wait seemed longer. After all, between 1989's
Pretty Hate Machine and
Spiral,
Reznor released numerous stopgap EPs, remixes, and even toured, slowly building the ravenous following that devoured the second album.
Spiral not only satiated those fans, but it made
Reznor into a superstar and a critic's darling, and neither camp could wait to see where he was going to go next. Once he retreated to his New Orleans studio in 1996, there was little clue to what direction that may be. Word of some collaborators drifted out of the ether --
Alan Moulder returned as co-producer, engineer, and mixer;
Adrian Belew contributed some guitar;
Dr. Dre did some mixing -- which only increased expectations that the sequel would top its predecessor. All of those names, plus concept album guru
Bob Ezrin (who "provided final continuity and flow"), are credited on
The Fragile, but everybody's contribution is filtered through
Reznor, who has the only discernable signature on the album. That's no great shock, since
NIN has always been
Reznor's vehicle, but what is shocking is how
The Fragile feels like no great leap forward, musically or lyrically. As the first five songs unwind, all of
Nine Inch Nails' trademarks -- gargantuan, processed distorted guitars, ominous electro rhythms, near-ambient keyboards,
Reznor's shredded vocals and tortured words -- are unveiled, all sounding pretty much how they did on
Spiral. Upon closer inspection, there are some new frills, particularly in the quiet sections, yet these aren't apparent without some digging. And what's on the surface isn't necessarily inviting, either. There is nothing as rhythmic or catchy as
"Closer," nothing as jarring as the piano chorus of
"March of the Pigs," no ballad as naked as
"Hurt." Ultimately, there are no great singles, which is remarkable for a 23-track double-disc album. That's not to say that
Reznor doesn't try for something immediate and visceral: He pulls out all the stops on
"We're in This Together" and winds up sounding like
Filter. Indeed, every time he stretches for a hate anthem, he misses the mark; he either recycles old ideas or sounds restrained. Fortunately,
The Fragile begins to live up to its title once the first side is over. Subsequently, there are detours into empty, noisy bluster (some of which, like the
Marilyn Manson dis
"Starfuckers, Inc.," work quite well) but they're surrounded by long, evocative instrumental sections that highlight
Reznor's true gifts. He may not always write memorable songs, but he knows how to arrange and how to create interesting sonic juxtapositions. For instance, with its unsettling martial rhythms and Germanic synthesized brass,
"Pilgrimage" is scarier than any of his pummeling testosterone fests. Throughout its long running time,
The Fragile is compelling when it's vulnerable, when
Reznor steps away from his trademark rage in favor of crafting delicate, alternately haunting and pretty soundscapes. These are quite captivating on their own, yet they cast a dark shadow upon the industrial bluster, which sounds canned, even self-parodic, in comparison. Since they provide a change of pace, these flirtations with self-parody fit nicely into the flow of the album, which never feels indulgent, even though it runs over 100 minutes. Still,
The Fragile feels like a letdown in many ways. There's no denying that it's often gripping, offering odd and interesting variations on
NIN themes, but that's the problem -- they're just variations, not progressions. Considering that it arrives five years after
Spiral, that is a disappointment; half a decade is plenty of time to redefine an artist's signature sound, as
NIN proved with their first two albums. That's not to say that it's impossible to tell where the time went --
Reznor's music is immaculately crafted and arranged, with every note and nuance gliding into the next, and that alone takes time -- but he and
Moulder spent more time constructing surfaces than songs. Those surfaces can be enticing but since it's just surface,
The Fragile winds up being vaguely unsatisfying, even with all of its virtues. ~ Stephen Thomas Erlewine