The long hair is gone, and so is the Mephistopheles-style goatee, but the eyes are still the first thing that strikes you about Trent Reznor. Watchful, wary, they gleam like embers, with a shadow of sadness flickering around their rims.
Yet wearing a wrinkled cotton shirt and a grungy pair of jeans, Reznor blends in so easily with the bohemian types streaming past him on a Greenwich Village sidewalk that it's easy to forget he is the auteur behind one of the landmark albums of the decade, 1994's The Downward Spiral, as well as an architect of the dark offshoot...
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