Review Summary: Korn porn born
One thing I learned as a janitor is that people would rather slip on the floor to their untimely death than see an average looking floor. You gotta do your thing baby, and here’s Korn not forgetting the ancient lesson: practice leads to nu-metal perfection. The last album was like a sequel to the previous album, specially with all that angst going on, but this album is more similar to the werewolves in Twilight - fearsome, and quite sexy. Those chunky riffs and clunky bass lines are still here to whip our damn asses and Korn haven’t lost their pimp hand. Some of these riffs are so good it’ll make you wonder why they weren’t on the last album. It’ll make you Wonder What’s Next but this album is more of a Lambo than a Chevelle (no offence). As a matter of fact, Mr. Davis can GET SOOOME.
This is the freshest and I dare say cleanest Korn have sounded in a while, maybe ever. The vocals are lovely with incredibly obvious auto-tune but my ears don’t give a *** cause it sounds Korntastic! The songwriting is also given a lotta love. Korn is less focused on those angsty moments and more focused on letting the songs breathe and do something that naturally fits the song. The result is an album that pays off your mortgage and then deposits a million dollars in your dusty piggy bank. It’s Korn doing their thing like usual and as usual it’s Korn on the cob.
Only time can tell if ancient Korn worshippers will put this album on their altar, alongside Follow the Leader. You got to admit though that Korn have not lost their touch. They are here to stay and here to say that nu-metal will never die. One of the great metal bands of our time. Please never change Korn, we’ll hate it if you do.
