It's going to go OFF!
Dust off your red baseball caps, Limp Bizkit are back...
Yes, they’re back! Breakdowns, generic drop D guitar from Wes Borland, ridiculous lyrics from the Durster (“here is the shout to you ladies with the hot tits courtesy of Limp Bizkit on some rock shit” – ‘Shotgun’) and even a spot of light jazz on the outro to ‘Douche Bag’. This is Limp Bizkit’s fifth album and, you’ve guessed it, it’s exactly what you would expect from the Floridian nu metallers / rap rockers. As the paranoiac attack of intro ‘Introbra’ (featuring Gene Simmons) kicks off proceedings it’s a calm before the storm, while ‘Bring It Back’ blazes into a full-force whirlwind of balls-out venomous grooves. Bizkit are a band that have ridden the nu metal shit storm and survived – due in part to their utter stupidity / sense of humour (check out Fred singing ‘Nookie’ on ‘Autotunage’ mid-album). Rock Sound can’t testify to the musical progression of Limp Bizkit because there isn’t any, but nostalgia is an amazing thing, and as ‘Shark Attack’ plays out as a carbon copy of ‘My Generation’ you’ll want to dust off that red baseball cap and break shit. They even do the expected slow burner in the shape of ‘Walking Away’ that sounds like Staind (well, durr), but with more chugs and light-hearted lyrics that don’t leave you wanting to die. So is it any good? Does it matter? Limp Bizkit are bigger than ever before so getcha groove on, stop taking things seriously, and fucking regress to being an idiotic 15-year-old – it’s way more fun than real life (plus, it’s 100 per cent better than ‘The Unquestionable Truth (Part 1)’).
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