I recently interviewed Wayne Static, and he told me that the title is evocative of the sounds contained within. Let's just say that if you liked the first, you'll love the latest. Listening to Machine took me back to my youth, when Ministry's The Mind is a Terrible Thing to Taste was huge. It was an embodiment of all of the rage and confusion I felt as a teenager. It also, strangely enough, was one of the last times I can remember feeling that way, as I soon passed on to college and largely abandoned the angry young man phase of my life.
Machine is a similarly cathartic experience.
I can remember having those exact same feelings while holed up in my bedroom, setting fire to Styrofoam packaging and writing pained, bad poetry. Since I'm not, I can play it in my apartment and thrash around, remembering what it was like to be a confused youth. Or, more honestly, I can play it in my car while I drive confusedly through my meandering life, wondering who the hell I am and just what the hell I'm doing. Cuts both ways. It's no crossover hit though.