YES – Fly From Here

As the first new studio album from Yes in a decade, ‘Fly From Here’ was an album eagerly awaited by many Yes fans. A new chapter in the ongoing Yes saga, the album is the first in thirty years not to feature long-serving vocalist Jon Anderson – the last and only Yes album not to feature him previously being 1980’s ‘Drama’.

Filling the vocalist’s position is Canadian Benoit David, a man whose previous credits include singing in a Yes tribute band. In choosing David, Yes have trodden a very dangerous path; as Judas Priest proved previously, replacing a well loved and long-serving vocalist with someone from a tribute band isn’t always the best way to go. However, listening to David’s performances on ‘Fly From Here’, he’s clearly a gifted performer – and perhaps most importantly, not just an Anderson clone. While, naturally, his vocal style has some similarity, it has almost as much in common with Trevor Horn’s ‘Drama’ performances at times, as well as bringing some of his own style.

In addition to being the first album since ‘Drama’ not to feature Anderson, there are other very strong comparisons to that sorely under-rated disc: ‘Fly From Here’ welcomes ‘Drama’-era members Geoff Downes and Trevor Horn back into the fold. Downes last played keyboards with Yes on the ‘Drama’ album and tour, a role he steps into once again here, while Horn is involved in a production capacity. A different vocalist and the presence of the Buggles chaps may have provided enough reason to make comparisons with ‘Drama’, but there’s another strong connection here – more of which later…
The album is presented in two halves, one being taken up by the epic title track and the other comprised of five distinctly separate numbers. The title track isn’t a total slog across it’s almost twenty five minutes, though, since track breaks have been provided; a couple of its sections could easily be approached as standalone numbers.

That title cut begins with an overture where Geoff Downes’s staccato piano work is punctuated by a heavy guitar chord, perhaps Yes’s most aggressive since ‘Machine Messiah’ back in 1980. The full band then joins: Alan White’s drumming provides an almost military air and Downes’s keyboards are a little pompous. All the while, Chris Squire’s bass work is presented in a dominant role, almost as if to remind the listener that no matter how many Yes-men come and go, whatever happens, it’s his band. After almost two minutes, we move into the main part of the suite.

The next part, ‘We Can Fly’ is, historically, very interesting. The bones of the song come from ‘We Can Fly From Here’, which was the first thing Trevor Horn and Geoff Downes wrote during their brief Yes tenure back in 1980. It was demoed and left on the shelf, and subsequently revisited on the ‘Drama’ tour. After Horn and Downes left Yes and reconvened Buggles, they attempted to finish the song a second time, expanding it to a two part suite, only then to then abandon it once again. Three decades later, it finds a new and final home. While the core of the track is very recognisable as being that number played live back in 1980, it’s bigger, more assured. The biggest change comes with regard to the early version’s fast, rather spiky sections. These have been slowed down and smoothed out, making them far better suited to a a space within Yes epic. Even though it’s not as edgy as before, Squire’s bassline remains the driving force. Downes’s keyboards add moments of prog parpiness which are not always especially refined, while Steve Howe’s guitar lines are wandery and not always the most tuneful, but still, they’re far better suited than his guitar parts present on the 1980 live take. Benoit David, meanwhile, is left fronting things and he does a very good job, it has to be said. On the quieter moments, his voice isn’t too dissimilar to that of Horn, so it’s easy to see why Yes chose this particular line up and moment in time to resurrect a thirty year old piece of music.

Part three, ‘Sad Night at The Airfield’, offers something a little less pompy. It begins with David’s vocal set against acoustic backing courstesy of Howe. David sounds like his own man here, not necessarily an Anderson/Horn impersonator, which works very much in his favour. As the track moves into its main musical theme, there’s something almost cinematic at play. The vocals are up front, with David backed by Howe and Squire in harmony, while Downes provides a solid blanket of sound. It’s not especially proggy, but doesn’t quite fall into the AOR bracket either. By the time the track builds to a climax, with Howe delivering a couple of short but perfectly formed solos – full of vibrato – it’s obvious that this line-up of Yes has plenty going for it. Part three, ‘Madman at the Screens’, moves from sweeping atmospheres, bringing a staccato arrangement with plenty of interplay between bass and keys. Once again, the slightly sharper elements make it almost impossible not to make direct comparisons with ‘Drama’. Song wise, it’s a little lacking after the first two parts of this musical suite, but there are features within the overall performance which are commendable, not least of all the vocal harmonies.

At this point – approximately twenty minutes in – Yes run out of steam. The next section, ‘Bumpy Ride’ is a short (mostly instrumental) piece which isn’t anywhere near as interesting as they probably think it is. Squire’s basslines provide the main thrust and while it may sound quirky on the surface, closer inspection shows it to be little more than a 4/4 arrangement, alternating with something which sounds like 4/4 with the odd beat missing (possibly 7/8?). Once the loop has played through a couple of times, things drop out for a quick vocal line and then it’s back to the beginning again. This is followed by a reprise of ‘Fly From Here’, just to remind the listener that this is a suite and should be enjoyed that way, despite parts of it being written three decades apart. As always with Yes songs which would have once taken up an entire side of plastic, this would have benefitted from a little trim here and there – mostly near the end – but it’s good moments are among Yes’s best in a long while.

The shorter pieces of music are a mixed bag. ‘Solitaire’, as its title suggests, is a Steve Howe solo piece. In the spirit of 1970’s ‘Clap’ and 1971’s lovely ‘Mood For a Day’, it captures Howe’s playing in a very reflective style; this rather jaunty little tune finds his fingers dancing on the fretboard with a lightness of touch that’s only really rivalled by Steve Hackett. Throwing in a few harmonics at the end, it encompasses everything that’s always been great about the acoustic side of Howe’s work. ‘The Man You Always Wanted Me To Be’ is an AOR workout which is quite pleasant and features some good harmonies, but beyond those harmonies, it’s rather ordinary and slightly one-paced. Also, given the smoothness of the vocals and Downes’s gentle keyboard work, Howe’s electric lead appears slightly jarring in a couple of places; he opts for his signature tones and, as such, his easily recognisable jazzy noodlings seem a bit out of place, particularly during the closing moments.

The poppy ‘Hour of Need’ showcases the more commercial side of Yes. Although only three minutes long, it is still host to many great features. Howe’s guitar lines shimmer, while the harmony filled vocals provide an upbeat quality. David’s high lead presents the only time here he feels it necessary to become a Jon Anderson impersonator, but due to the great feeling all round, the number doesn’t suffer for that. The only weak link is Downes’s overtly old school keyboard sound, which could have graced any number of 70s and 80s prog recordings. Luckily, he uses it sparingly. His keyboard work also sounds a little iffy on parts of ‘Into The Storm’, where it sounds very eighties; almost like a demo sketch at times, as if he’s thought “that’ll do until I can think of something better”. It’s another number which makes great use of three part harmonies and the rhythms are tight throughout, but its busy nature can become a little wearing after about the halfway mark. On the plus side, Steve Howe’s preferred guitar style – hovering between disjointed jazzy notes and vibrato lead – really works on this number and he’s given the last couple of minutes to fill; a job he does more than admirably.

The moody ‘Life On a Film Set’ presents the second piece which pre-dates the recording sessions for ‘Fly From Here’. In this case, the song is adapted from an old Buggles demo entitled ‘Riding a Tide’. As with ‘We Can Fly’, this is a vast improvement on the earlier attempt, even though the main structure remains the same. In this case, replacing a drum machine track with Alan White’s kit makes a world of difference. David’s vocal is faithful to Trevor Horn’s original demo take and Howe’s Spanish influenced guitar lines throughout the second half really bring an old musical idea to life. Musically, this number fits nicely alongside ‘Sad Night at The Airfield’; cinematic melancholy is definitely Yes’s trump card this time around.

Although there a couple of occasions where things lapse into over-indulgence, ‘Fly From Here’ manages to be a surprisingly accessible album, even when tackled in one sitting. In terms of quality, it’s certainly the band’s most consistent (and interesting) work since 1994’s ‘Talk’. For long-time fans, ‘Fly From Here’ provides closure on a much earlier chapter of this long-running band’s history, while simultaneously opening a new one…making it more than “just another Yes album”.

July 2011

 

VARIOUS ARTISTS – Rave On Buddy Holly

Buddy Holly died tragically at age 22.  In a pre-Beatle world, alongside Elvis Presley, he is undoubtedly one of music’s most important figures. He never had the luxury to time to grow and experiment as an artist, yet in his short career he produced songs which have spanned generations.  Had he lived, in 2011 Holly would have been 75 years old.  In a celebration of his career, ‘Rave On Buddy Holly’ brings together a host of classic and cult musicians to put their own stamp on his songs.  The fact that the artists here hail from a wide range musical backgrounds is tribute in itself to how far-reaching Holly’s best-loved material has been.

As expected, the contribution from She & Him (featuring Zooey Deschanel & M Ward) is lovely.  During their faithful run through of ‘Oh Boy’, Ward’s guitar work has a fantastic live sound, while Deschanel’s vocal has a breathy, natural quality.  If you’ve loved the She & Him albums, then you’ll find this to be a worthy addition to their catalogue of recordings.  In complete contrast, ‘Rave On’ in the hands of The Strokes’ Julian Casablancas gets rebuilt as a clanking electronic affair, absolutely doused in reverb, on both the music and vocals.  It’s ugly, yet somehow, it’s compelling listening.  The vocal melody from Holly’s original is almost intact, but otherwise it’s unrecognisable. [For a great version of this number, check out the self-titled album by The Real Kids].

Taking ‘That’ll Be The Day’ and twisting it into a low-key,  rootsy affair is a brave move from Modest Mouse.  Part back-porch stomp, part droning darkness, it becomes a number which has more in common with Califone, The Low Anthem or Wilco in a bad mood than it actually does with The Crickets.  Kid Rock’s treatment of ‘Well All Right’ has a rather surprising tasteful quality and soulful air.  Opening with parping trumpets and solid bassline, at first it sounds like the rest of the arrangement will kick in at any moment – and then it doesn’t!  Completely free of drums, most of the percussion is provided by handclaps, over which Rock’s lead vocal is a strong one, almost having a John Mellencamp quality, albeit with more black vocal stylings.  A well-arranged backing vocal really rounds things out to great effect.  For a man who has based most of his career on bravado, this is startlingly restrained.

Paul McCartney’s reading of ‘It’s So Easy’ takes the bouncy, summery qualities of The Crickets’ 1958 recording and approaches them in a measured, rocky manner.  The guitars have a fuzzy, slightly unsubtle edge, but they’re not as fuzzy as the lead vocal which is stylised and distorted.  It probably would have been safer to for Macca to approach this in a by-numbers fashion – after all, he and John Lennon cut their teeth on old rock ‘n’ roll discs – but perhaps that would have been too easy. Whatever, it’s fantastic, and especially tough sounding for Macca.  Offering no real surprises, garage band The Detroit Cobras turn the poppy ‘Heartbeat’ into a guitar jangling, sassy vocalled number, while restraining themselves enough for the song to retain its lovable, lightweight feel.  While their treatment of the song is okay, given its simplistic riff, they could have used that as a base and created something more interesting with it then they have here.

Pop/rock darlings Florence + The Machine present an interesting take on ‘Not Fade Away’.  The music is a little disjointed, very percussion heavy, with an upright bass sound like a stretching rubber band.  Flo Welch’s lead vocal is as distinctive as ever, even though for the first half of the number she’s keeping things controlled.  As the number progresses, she naturally gets louder and by the end is attacking the words at full pelt.  The clanking percussion is joined by blues-rock guitar lines at the end, over which Welch offers a little vocal accompaniment.  Perhaps what is most pleasing about this is it’s jam-session quality; very refreshing after the studio perfection of the bands multi-million selling ‘Lungs’ LP.  The legendary Graham Nash contributes a very traditional version of ‘Raining In My Heart’, which centres on his vocal with subtle piano and strings backing.  It’s pleasant, but certainly nothing more.  Similarly ordinary is ‘Words of Love’ featuring Patti Smith.  Her vocal showcases her trademark warble, yet the performance is so pedestrian.  Like Graham Nash, it offers nothing objectionable, but it’s not the best thing featured on this tribute disc, not by far.  Interestingly, My Morning Jacket’s cover of ‘True Love Ways’ is as faithful as possible, and as such, could have sounded as indifferent as Graham Nash’s number.  However, there’s something in its heart-wrenching style which really suits Jim James’s crying vocal.  Once his voice is given a more than suitable blanket of strings, it becomes a number which – while oft heard in various versions – becomes worth hearing again.

Perhaps most surprising, is soul vocalist Cee Lo Green’s re-working of the Leiber/Stoller number ‘(You’re So Square), Baby I don’t Care’.  He’s avoided all temptation to turn the number into an overwrought, over-souled affair, or even worse, a  nasty, sweaty R’n’B tour-de-force.  The basis of his version features a Holly-worthy skiffle guitar, while the vocal remains fairly light and tuneful.  With a suitably upbeat arrangement combined with a good all-round performance, Green has captured the essence of fun required, while still making it his own.   A duet by Fiona Apple and Jon Brion on ‘Everyday’ is as faithful to the original as the duo could possibly manage, right down to plinking glockenspiels.  Even so, it’s perfectly charming, suiting both vocalists rather well.  Similarly, cult hero Nick Lowe is completely respectful to ‘I’m Changin’ All Those Changes’, with a cover that features solid skiffle guitar work and upright bass.  Lowe’s vocal is very natural throughout, even with high “oo”s in a Buddy Holly style never sounding forced.

Despite being a longtime fan, not even Lowe’s performance captures Buddy Holly as well as alt-pop starlet Jenny O, whom for ‘I’m Gonna Love You Too’ really hits the spot.  With  breezy arrangement full of harmonies, shuffling drums and twanged guitars the musicians really seem to understand the mood required (and indeed, the spirit of the Holly recording) while Jenny’s vocal also has a quirkiness which is very well suited.  As always with these things, it may not quite match the original version for all round greatness, but it’s a really enjoyable run-through, nevertheless.

A tribute album wouldn’t be the same without an absolute turkey, and that honour this time around goes to Lou Reed.  New York’s favourite son takes ‘Peggy Sue’ (arguably Holly’s most famous song) and mangles it into a metallic mess.  His guitar work has the subtlety of someone playing with a broken arm, while electronic treatments fill out the sound with dirgy noises.  Over the top, Reed croons badly, going way off key regularly.  A backing vocal which sounds like an old woman makes matters worse and a really aggressive guitar solo manages to hammer out any iota of class the tune ever had.  Lou is fantastic – one of the world’s great storytellers – but this is almost a joke.  Even X’s John Doe labouring his way through ‘Peggy Sue Got Married’ is better, and that’s pushing it.  Doe’s vocals warble and squawk like a bad John Cale impersonator and his guitar work grates, but even he had the good sense to bring in a solid drummer and talented pianist to help take the focus off his wobbliness.

Those looking for completely straight ahead renditions of some of Holly’s best loved tunes might find approximately half of this disc a little challenging.  Naturally some things work far better than others and there’s very little here that could be categorized as awful.  Unlike the 2011 metal “tribute” to Frank Sinatra, at least most of these covers actually work in their own right, providing entertaining listening – and perhaps more importantly, these artists actually seem to understand (and like) Buddy Holly and what he  bought to the world of music.  ‘Rave On Buddy Holly’ is a definitely a worthwhile collection filler for anyone interested in any of the featured performers.  Lou Reed fans, however, may find themselves feeling short-changed.

June 2011

BRIDGES LEFT BURNING – Disappointment, Disapproval, Disbelief EP

Having already released the ‘Life Behind Boundaries’ EP in 2007 and ‘Breath of Loss’ full length in 2010, Zweisel’s Bridges Left Burning had already begun to make a mark on the German hardcore punk scene. The first thing that’s notable about their third release ‘Disappointment, Disapproval, Disbelief’ – released by German DIY label Down The Drain Records – is its professional sound; one that’s almost tailor made for the cult American label Victory Records. The band is much stronger than before, both musically and lyrically, and this EP features some very hard edges and even harder messages.

From the opening bars of ‘Creationists Are Idiots, As All I Can See Is Stupid Design (the handrail on our way to idiocracy)’, the band power head on into a world of fiercely political messages backed by sledgehammer riffs, somewhere between hardcore punk and metalcore. Following a chunky opening, Christian Schwarz’s drums kick in and have a fantastic sound bringing lots of bottom end. Matthias Peschl’s vocals are harsh, adopting a raspy Gallows or Give Up The Ghost approach as opposed to Sick of it All style hardcore shouting (though the band resort to this on occasion). This is a vast improvement on his under-produced metallic growl on parts of the band’s earlier releases. There are moments where metal influences creep in via a musical motif which utilises a twin guitar sound, but there’s no mistaking the band’s punk roots, especially once those guitars are overlaid by a chorus of voices at the track’s end.

‘You’re The Change’ ups the pace, and with that comes more of a punky ethic; there are slight influences from post-‘Today’s Empires’ Propagandhi and Strike Anywhere, while the bulk of the number is still being driven by heaviness. The lead vocal is backed by gang vocals, while the guitars bring rhythm based riffs which have a very generic quality. Lyrically, once again, it shows Bridges Left Burning as a very politically charged band (“it’s time to make a stand, let’s turn these common wrongs to ethically acceptable rights. There are alternatives. Let’s cut the blinds! We must be the change we wish to see.”) ‘Slaughterhouse of Glass’ follows suit but has a slow mid section, bringing in a slight chuggy metal influence, before the twin lead guitars build up tension before returning to straight-up hardcore punkiness. ‘Horus of Disapproval (Adding God To Misery)’ bring nothing greatly different to the table musically (though a brief guitar solo makes an appearance), but lyrically previous messages of fighting for change make way for an anti-religious stance which, in places, is far more direct than those suggested on the opening track.

‘Call It Treason If You Will’ presents the band in best form though, featuring some great bass work from Benedikt Hain whose playing has a thunderous live sound on occasion. Once again, the content is extremely angry with anti-war and anti-propaganda themes (“And there we are, calling to arms again, fighting a war for no reason but one: The hegemony of few. A nation trapped in self-delusion, unwilling to change. Patriotic you follow blind, shun to think for yourself. You’re governed by an elitist group, depredating, raping, killing, searching for idiots like you, who do not demand answers nor doubt.”) Lyrically it’s very harsh…often making Bad Religion’s punk dissertations sound like whimsy. As before, the drum work is extremely tight, while the twin guitar attack of Daniel Rothkopf and Andreas Quandt provide riffs fusing hardcore punk and metal influences with fantastic results.

With a much better production than on their previous releases, Bridges Left Burning have an unshakable sound, with the best parts of ‘Disappointment, Disapproval, Disbelief’ recalling the work of the great 90s hardcore punk bands like Strife. In all, it’s a great EP, one worthy of a release on a bigger label.

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May 2011

STRAUSZ – Zombies Are Making Love EP

zombies strauszThis piece of electronica is a rock opera/concept album about a bunch of zombies who trouble a couple who are in the middle of “making hot sex”. The twist here is that those zombies turn out to be benign and only want to join in, apparently. That’s just wrong. It’s masterminded by Brazilian born Diogo Strausz, who naturally provides all the keyboard loops and other “virtual instrument” sounds.

I love a concept album, and, as a long-time supporter of The Chemical Brothers, Röyksopp, Steve Hillage’s System 7 and The Orb, am not against music with electronic leanings and danceable qualities when done well. But, honestly, this is pretty bad. Strausz claims to have a few key influences within his work: although it’s possible to see where he’s been influenced by the likes of Daft Punk, the claim that you’ll also find Justice influenced dirty bass grooves on this EP is possibly a stretch of the imagination too far. There is a brief section where a bit of fuzzy bottom end gets a moment in the spotlight – and things look up as a result – but any comparison between this release and the finished, professional grooves of an act like Justice is possibly a little insulting…

The opening act, ‘Candle Flames’ is somewhat of a mood setter, with a simple repeated keyboard line. The fact that this gets dull after less than a minute should be a warning. The Spanish guitar style noodlings which break up the main electronic loops should be a welcome inclusion in principle, but the fact that most of the other music stops in order to accommodate those guitar sounds makes the result somewhat jarring. After a badly acted skit featuring the “hot sex” couple spotting the zombies, we’re into the second act. ‘Zombie Hunting’ sounds like the soundtrack from a Japanese arcade machine overlaid with noises of guns, whips and full on zombie groaning. It becomes clear that this arcade machine sound was Strausz’s intention, since at the beginning of ‘Act III: The Duel’ a heavily processed voice shouts ‘FINAL BOSS!’ and there’s a quick burst of an arcade-style tune which seems so familiar. There then follows three a three minute pulsing beat overlaid by a badly played droning keyboard which has a very late seventies feel. Hard enough work on its own, but then it gets worse as the arrangement gives off a bad disco vibe once the friendly zombies start to sing. Yes, they’re singing zombies. No, they’re not very good.

Over the course of ‘Act IV: Time For The Truth’ (the EP’s longest piece), there are elements of twee electronica, but more importantly – once the track finds its stride – you’ll find at least three minutes of a solid, danceable groove, unusually with a bit of grit to back it up. The fact that the grittiness is overlaid by a plinking sound which could have been given a bit more oomph can be overlooked, since Strausz has at least attempted to construct something half-decent here. It doesn’t last though, since ‘Act V: Zombies Are Making Love’ combines tuneless early 90s club-style electronic dirges with more of those shrieking zombie vocals. Whether or not this was intended as a joke, it’s just awful. ‘Act VI: Fresh Meat’ has a very disco vibe, which again turns to high camp once the zombies start wailing. If you’re still listening by now, you’ve got a huge amount of patience.

As far as electronic music is concerned, this EP occasionally has hints of something which could appeal, but there are huge chunks of this release which sound like a man tinkering with a casio keyboard and drum machine in his bedroom for fun. On the whole, it’s all pretty tiresome and it’s hard to imagine even the most loyal of electronica buffs having too much time for this. Maybe more of those promised “dirty basslines” would have helped.

June 2011

LIMP BIZKIT – Gold Cobra

During the first half of 1997, nu-metal had really started to make an impact in the UK. KoЯn had a couple of albums under their belt which had gained them a sizable cult audience, some of the cooler folks had the Coal Chamber album (which they’d likely bought for extortionate import prices) and nu-metal/rap-metal crew Limp Bizkit made waves with their cover of George Michael’s ‘Faith’ and their debut album ‘Three Dollar Bill, Yall$’ – an album which would go on to sell several million copies. The band saw increased popularity with their next couple of albums, reaching their commercial peak in 2000, when ‘Rollin’ scored a number one hit in the UK and its parent album ‘Chocolate Starfish & The Hotdog Flavored Water’ hit the number one spot in seven different countries. Between 1999 and 2001, Limp Bizkit was one of the world’s most popular alternative bands with their genre-mixing sounds seemingly appealing to so many music fans.

By the time of their last album, 2005’s ‘The Unquestionable Truth, Part 1’, the truth was, the tide was turning. Limp Bizkit’s popularity had plummeted, with many viewing Fred Durst and co’s arrogance and swagger as an embarrassment. Whereas only a short time earlier, they gathered awards for their million selling records, ‘TUQP1’ failed to chart in various countries, including the UK. The album is now all but forgotten by many. At the height of the band’s fame, Q Magazine praised ‘Chocolate Starfish’ for “great knockaround songs” and “gonzo bluster”, yet after the band’s demise, that same magazine claimed it to be one of the 50 worst albums of all time, placing it at #11.

Six years after their flop swansong, Limp Bizkit returned with ‘Gold Cobra’. On the opening track ‘Bring It Back’, once the DJ loops and handclaps mixed with hefty guitar chug hit their stride there’s an instant familiarity. And once Durst steps up to the mic and claims he’s “gonna turn this place into a muthafuckin’ danger zone”, it feels like their six year vacation could have been a mere six months. In fact, the best tracks on could have been released a decade earlier and sounded exactly the same. ‘Shark Attack’ reinforces these feelings, being an equal match for the most memorable numbers from ‘Starfish’. The track features one of the album’s funkiest grooves, and while there’s still a bottom-end metallic riff, it’s not overdone. Each of the musicians has a solid role to play here – and even Durst manages to reign in his arrogance and sound like he’s advocating fun.

With a hard mix of drop D riffing, funky grooves and solid rap performance, the amusing ‘Autotunage’ offers another stand out. The heavy riffs and catchy chorus are joined by a humorous streak (most obvious on an intro slagging off autotune abuse). These elements combined present Limp Bizkit at their best; these five minutes are a sharp reminder why you used to love the band (even though you may have spent years denying that). Likewise, ‘Why Try’, features great performances from all concerned. Durst’s rap comes with a solid delivery and lyrics which aren’t too cringe worthy, while Borland’s riff offers a decent level of funkiness as well as the required amount of bottom end.

On a couple of softer numbers where Durst pushes aside rap for actual singing, the band manage to sound professional and self-assured without the accompanying bucket of arrogance. ‘Walking Away’, in particular, is surprisingly mature. It shouldn’t be forgotten that for all of Bizkit’s childish shouting, musically they have a lot of experience – and here, that really shows. With reverbed, clean guitars and a reasonable vocal, this number (heavily inspired by Incubus, it has to be said), presents a side of Limp Bizkit which doesn’t surface nearly often enough. Even a more metallic climax with Durst screaming doesn’t spoil the mood – at least he’s not being threatening. ‘Loser’ manages to meld Limp Bizkit’s rap stylings with those softer alternative rock elements incredibly well. The vocal features understated rapping (almost a spoken word) and a strong (sung) chorus, while the music itself has just the right balance between atmospheres and hard rock riffing. Borland’s heavily treated guitar solo should have sounded out of place with its sharper edges, but somehow it works.

Obviously, there are plenty of tracks featured where the heavy-handed anger and tough talk actually gets in the way of anything decent. ‘Get A Life’ is structured around a juggernaut-sized riff, over which Durst shouts “get a life, get a mothafuckin’ life / You don’t wanna see what I can do when I’m nice / You don’t wanna be my enemy, I promise you / If you do, muthafucka bring it on!”. After a few listens, it’s the kind of thing which gets tiresome. Even worse, ‘Douchebag’ is little more than rap metal by numbers with “harder than you/better than you” themed lyrics which reach their zenith on a chorus with Durst repeatedly shouting “douchbag, I’m gonna fuck you up”. While ‘Shotgun’ has a decent tune and even better fuzzy guitar solo, the message contained within (regarding the US’s lack of gun control) is hampered by too much repetition. While somewhat better than both ‘Get A Life’ and ‘Douchebag’, any good work is undone by the end, when a looped sample of a shotgun being cocked and loaded provides “entertainment” for a bit too long.

‘Gold Cobra’ suffers the same major pitfall as all of Limp Bizkit’s releases, post ‘Three Dollar Bill, Yall$’: the formulaic grooves and OTT arrogance both wear a little thin if you attempt to get through the whole album in one sitting. In fairness, there’s about half an album’s worth of good tracks to be found on here, but you’ll have to be willing to wade through the trash to find them. With the “if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it” mentality, ‘Gold Cobra’ is hugely unlikely to win Limp Bizkit any new fans just as it’s equally unlikely to gain any real respect from the press following years of backlash. In reality, despite plenty of inconsistencies, when it comes to the rap metal/nu metal sound, Limp Bizkit are still among the best when they get it right. It’s a shame they couldn’t get it right a bit more often here.

June 2011