If ever a band were the modern equivalent of Oz without the happiness, it’s SLIPKNOT. Instead of Kansas, we’ve got Iowa â€¦ and beware when you thumb Play cause a house might fall on your head. It’s that heavy, progressively darker than their first sacrifice.
There’s this alien throbbing joined by snarls and gnarls best suited to the Hellmouth. ‘People=Shit!’ climbs out first with the virgin warning, “Here we go again, motherfucker.” Take heed, yea listeners of pop, punk and soft-cock rock. For the rest of you: LET IT IN YOUR HEAD!
‘Disasterpeace’ and ‘My Plague’ strengthen the assault but the first to blow me away was ‘Everything Ends’ and its message of lost love and desired suicide (universal pains): “I haven’t slept since I woke up and found my whole life was a lie â€¦ shallow skin, I can paint with pain â€¦ my flaws are the only thing left that’s pure â€¦ everything I see reminds me of her â€¦ I am only betrayed. I am only conditioned to die.”
‘Heretic Anthem’ bridges to the ominously melodic ‘Gently’ which seems to relate a drug escape into pleasure but with the underlying certainty that recess isn’t forever. Maybe that explains the frustrated howls at the end. ‘Left Behind’ may be the heaviest single to achieve commercial success. It reaffirms the dual hurting of loving/hating. ‘The Shape’ takes it further into breakdown, a falling apart resulting in your nothingness.
“Now I’m not pretty and I’m not cool but I’m fat and I’m ugly and proud so fuck you! Standing out is the new pretension.” It’s interesting that SLIPKNOT’s making a sociological commentary. It’s anarchical that they want to destroy what they’ve observed. This song won’t be played in a therapy room near you.
‘Skin Ticket’ expresses the purposeless riddle that is Life. “New Abortion’ rages against the controllers of our generation. ‘Metabolic’ returns into the arms of love with lyrics like “I wanna dress you in your insecurities and be the perfect you” and “psychosomatic suicide” ensure that it’s in a song of loss; of missing someone special.
These SLIPKNOT episodes of love, rage, sorrow and death end with the desolate ‘Iowa’. Using their home state as an analogy, it’s an epic song relating their bleak view of the world.
It was appropriate that i listened to this at night with an air brigade of mozzies attacking me. So stock-up on blood sucking pets â€¦ and big speakers.