I'm really glad I have a copy of Nine Inch Nail's Ghosts I-IV for two reasons:
- It strains the definition of what counts as a "music album" in a way that isn't modern-art pretentious so much as really funny to me, because it's 36 poorly-labeled tracks that are about 1/3rd of a song each, blatantly ripe for sampling. It's the music equivalent of a clip-art package.
- On my very first listen to "Old Town Road" I was completely fucking clotheslined by "IS THAT GHOSTS IV?!?"
