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Because, see, Reznor's as much put-on as prophet nowadays—the Debbie Downer of punk-pop-a-disco dishing out woe-is-me-isms when you can tell, well, he really just wants to dance. Which is why the freebie's accessible to one and all: "Discipline" is a fuzzbox jam in which he wonders if he's "tough enough" (what is this—a Fab T-Birds jam?); "1,000,000" provides a few thousand taps o' the toe; and "Head Down" gets him airplay on modern-rock radio circa '94, bless his retro soul. As for the prolonged instrumentals, which sound like leftovers from his other freebie, I guess David Fincher always needs the soundtrack filler; the rest, natch, is killer.