Midway through, the drums begin to build to a climax that never really materializes, displaying a lack of insight rather than a teasing display of what's to come. We get the token ambient intro track, which lasts for around a minute and a half, feeling rather like a poor quality blowjob interrupted by her parents arriving home. Minutes to Midnight is their political album.
Straight away, we can interpret from the monochrome cover - featuring each band member engaged in, well, looking at something - that this time, shit's gonna get serious. That talent has at least kept their heads above water in the sludgy tar pits of nu-metal radio rock, with its five-string bass and turntable scratch wankery.Īnd so we come to Minutes to Midnight, the band's third record, and produced by nu-metal pioneer Rick Rubin. Jumping onto passing bandwagons with skills that suggest hours spent honing their knee muscles in the gym, they display a talent for moving with the times. In the commercial musical world, it's evolve or die, and the mighty Linkin Park are no creationists. Like their peers Limp Bizkit, Korn and Slipknot, Linkin Park occupies the mysterious musical category of "Oh, they're still around?" In 2007, with the nu-metal genre almost completely replaced by nu-emo, the lumbering rap-rock of these late 90s behemoths is missing and presumed dead.
Linkin Park – Minutes to Midnight - Warner Bros., 2007
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