Word: slipknot
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...with “Shackler’s Revenge,” a ridiculous approximation of thrash metal. Rose and Caram Costanzo produced the album, apparently doing little more than turning up the volume on every track. “Chinese Democracy” is so loud it makes Slipknot sound sedate. Even for the masochistic soul who would endure volume levels high enough to discern any musical detail, the payoff is only in the pain. If democracy does come to China, I hope the revolution isn’t so gruesome a spectacle. Played with the volume down, though...
...hold on, because once again the trance is shattered by the Deftones trying to cling to their played-out metal roots, screaming incessantly in “Ratsiratsirats!” There is little to say about this song besides their need to either send it to Slipknot or graphically kill it in a trap...
...piece is overexplained by a title card from Ono that calls it, among other things, an "atonement" for the sufferings of the 20th century, a syntactical slipknot that implies that she inflicted them. Never mind--she's not the first person to remind you that the sentimentality of the hip New York City art world can make Norman Rockwell look like Voltaire. What matters is that this bullet-riddled freight car has a rough force. With its big steel undercarriage and its wounded sides, it has the injured presence of a Spanish bull. Its weeping tonnage can speak...
...Latino young man, who travels to Iran to find his roots. His character attempts suicide after a confrontation with his father. Rossoukh, who did all his own stunts, had to jump into a deep pool of water with a rock tied to his ankle by a rope in a slipknot. Though he had practiced untying it, during the actual filming, while resting on the bottom of the pool and acting as if he were drowning, Rossoukh had trouble releasing the rock. After more than a minute underwater, he finally freed himself and rose to the surface, only to be greeted...
Kneecap-fracturing, pseudo-Satanic, Slipknot-esque anger-rock, this is not. Welcome, friends, to nu-metal. Once, long ago, metal bands staggered into your town to loot and pillage. Then something weird happened, and suddenly a whole bunch of geeks simultaneously discovered the powers of shredding guitars. Now we have groups like Alien Ant Farm, who neither scream their words nor smash their instruments, though they’re not above “spanking” their guitars to get a giggle from the fans. AAF greet their audience with an amiable, if calculated, “everybody have...