Nu metal takes a lot of flak these days for being, well, a bit ‘silly’. But for all its faults the movement did push the outsiderdom of rock back to the fore – a time when the freaks genuinely ruled the roost.
It’s this spirit that Cane Hill are tapping back into with a debut album that reads like 10 confessions from a psychotherapist’s couch set to ear-battering riffola. The spectres of Marilyn Manson and Korn in particular loom large over a lot of these songs, but Cane Hill are clearly working harder than ever to twist their sound into a distinctive war cry and this is as delightfully f’d up a shot to the jugular as we’ll see all year.
Get to know Cane Hill a little better with our feature in the latest issue.