Given the sepia hues adorning the above artwork and so too its slight, iconic typography you’d be forgiven for thinking that Trent Reznor may have taken a turn for the perverse and reverted to the vortices of self-degradation to have whirred around Nine Inch Nails’ tour de force, The Downward Spiral. Well, Came Back Haunted ain’t exactly all industrial doom nor clanging gloom, and alternatively begins as though a spooked techno stonker à la Yazoo-cum-early Depeche Mode redux. It’s accomplished and so too compelling to the extent whereby Vince Clarke himself would quite conceivably put his name to it. I mean it’s without question preferable to that utterly unremarkable VCMG LP of yesteryear, Ssss, and that’s long before T. Rez sinks his canines into monolithic riffage worthy of the rollicking [WITH_TEETH]. Can’t help but feel Robin Finck may well have some fun with that one later on in the summer, although for now we’ve a burly contender for comeback and so too chorus of the year thus far as Reznor snarls and increasingly seethes with torment atop restive glitch and jittery kinetic rhythms. Came Back Haunted? Sounds more like he’s possessed, and he’s incontrovertibly sounding compulsively inspired for it.