I knew I was going to hate this record when I put it into my CD player. And I did. I have nothing against heavy underground rock/heavy metal. I can ‘mosh’ with the best of them. My problem is that most songs on a heavy rock record tend to bleed into one another and it becomes hard to tell them apart. Bad meshes with bad, and you are left with a 30 minute gap in your life you will never get back. And so it was.
Sounding like Glassjaw, Blacklisters kick off with ‘Clubfoot By Kasabian’. Shrieks, wails and unintelligible shouting like Williams from Drowning Pool circa 2001 trapped in a small room fighting to get out – but with less vocal range and musicality, melds over a wall of classic nu-metal fuzzy guitar strums like Linkin Park in 2002 – but without rhythm, a machine gun baseline reminiscent of Sepultura from blah, blah, blah, and a furious turrets like drum beat that no more keeps time than a sun dial in Scotland.
I feel old writing this. I remember the prevalence of nu-mental ten years ago. Korn was ok. I remember playing ‘Freak On A Leash’ in my bedroom, and my dad bursting in the door telling me to turn the racket down. He then continued to tell me how what I was listening to wasn’t music, not like the music of his day, and when he heard ‘Freak On A Leash’, he was filled with the same angry, confused and hurt thoughts and feelings I am filled with when I hear Blacklisters.
So, either I am old and do not get it, or this is terrible, and Blacklisters have taken musical elements they love from nu-metals heyday and jammed them together into a less good boulibase of a record.
But, good things – I appreciate Korn more now than I ever did. Blacklisters clearly know how to play their instruments, and this experience may bring my dad and I closer now we have something in common. Thank you Blacklisters – for that you get one star.