What good could possibly come from a new album by rap-metal monsters Limp Bizkit? It’s safe to say that after a few spins of Chocolate Starfish And The Hot Dog Flavored Water, I still haven’t found anything. It’s exactly what every single teenage Limp Bizkit fan would want: another take on last year’s mega-platinum Significant Other. There’s an intro and outro, two anthematic “Nookie”-like songs, a big ‘fuck off’ track to all naysayers, cheesy ballads, guest appearances by the biggest names in hip-hop, and another cameo from Stone Temple Pilots waste case Scott Weiland.
It’s a pretty simple formula for the boys really. Don’t try anything new, whine about how everyone hates you, and the record will sell millions. Unfortunately, it will, but goddamn does it shine with sick production. Naturally any band with pockets that fat wouldn’t have a problem in the studio, and this is no different. As much as I hate Fred’s pathetic high school cry, I can’t get enough of Wes Borland’s sonically precise guitar work. He’s the reason this group will maintain. He’s the only one being creative.
If you ask me if it’s good, I’ll say no way. Fred’s a bitch, their angle has been beaten to death in the last year, and Mtv will someday grow up. However, I will be rollin’ with the Bizkit for a short while, as long as the infection of weakness doesn’t settle in. You see, metal comes in too many different packages; some just have to be opened up more than once to appreciate them. And it will be appreciated, for a bit.
+ rick hinkson
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