Korn on Korn
I didn't think it was possible for a band to sound like a watered down version of themselves. Korn proved me wrong on this album.
This band drove the nu-metal movement in the 90's. Their sound was a life saving breath of fresh air for heavy metal, a mishmash of genres included improtu rapping, bag pipes and bass groove. This oddness kept their popularity flowing for the first three albums.
Eight albums after their debut and Korn is now a stereotype of the niche they helped create.
This self-titled album (have a listen here) sounds like 14-year-olds copying Korn copying Nine Inch Nails. Not suprisingly Atticus Ross, Trent Reznor's collaborater, lent a hand for this album. The track "Kiss" is almost identical to NIN's less brilliant works.
"What do I have to do? Why can't this be through?" whines Jonathan Davis in an almost melancholic David Bowie tone. I sympathise. I wanted it to be over as soon as I pressed play. Davis, a man that was once crowned best metal vocalist, doesn't even come close to his "Follow the leader" peak.
This album is the stuff they scoop off the recording studio floor when a wanna-be band just realises they have half an hour to finish off their EPs. This album makes me think Pink's latest output isn't whiny enough. This album makes me want to burn all my heavy metal memorabilia and hide in shame.
I equate Korn's modern day music to waking up hung over with last night's panda make-up on. You know that at some point you looked dashing, but right now the mirror is flinching and you can taste bile.
Can I turn it off now? I'm getting a headache.
This band drove the nu-metal movement in the 90's. Their sound was a life saving breath of fresh air for heavy metal, a mishmash of genres included improtu rapping, bag pipes and bass groove. This oddness kept their popularity flowing for the first three albums.
Eight albums after their debut and Korn is now a stereotype of the niche they helped create.
This self-titled album (have a listen here) sounds like 14-year-olds copying Korn copying Nine Inch Nails. Not suprisingly Atticus Ross, Trent Reznor's collaborater, lent a hand for this album. The track "Kiss" is almost identical to NIN's less brilliant works.
"What do I have to do? Why can't this be through?" whines Jonathan Davis in an almost melancholic David Bowie tone. I sympathise. I wanted it to be over as soon as I pressed play. Davis, a man that was once crowned best metal vocalist, doesn't even come close to his "Follow the leader" peak.
This album is the stuff they scoop off the recording studio floor when a wanna-be band just realises they have half an hour to finish off their EPs. This album makes me think Pink's latest output isn't whiny enough. This album makes me want to burn all my heavy metal memorabilia and hide in shame.
I equate Korn's modern day music to waking up hung over with last night's panda make-up on. You know that at some point you looked dashing, but right now the mirror is flinching and you can taste bile.
Can I turn it off now? I'm getting a headache.
