Korn is a special band for me. It was one of the first nu-metal bands I listened to and their lyrics were anthems for the disillusioned, which resonated with freaks the world over and those born into broken homes. After idolizing Jonathan Davis for years and the hardcore sound that defined Korn, I was left dumbstruck. The syrupy chorus', which spewed forth in unison with the distortion and slap bass that Korn is known for, left me hooked.
Back in 2008, I was lucky enough to see them in all their glory at the My Coke Fest in South Africa. Instantly, years of repressed hatred and angst came to the surface as the small yet united contingent of the jaded watched in awe as they played through the impressive backlog of rip-roaring screams. The ecstasy was indescribable; I'll never forget how it felt punching a dude who at the same time was headbutting my chest. We both threw our fists into the air and shed tears of sheer joy. It was a moment of music induced comradery.
The Serenity of Suffering encapsulates all the frustration of 90's Korn. A stellar work of art in its own right, this gem of millennial nu-metal will strike a chord with all those who were fans of the Bakersfield Boys and their unique style of music.
Formed in 1993, the lineup consists of Jonathan Davis (vocals, bagpipes), James “Munky— Shaffer (guitar), Brian “Head— Welch (guitar, backing vocals) and Reginald “Fieldy— Arviza (bass) with the stick man Ray Luzier on drums – who replaced David Silveria in 2007.
12 albums later, despite all the highs and the lows, these gents have once again demonstrated what just the right amount of hate, rhythm, and angst can accomplish. Titans of metal and leaders of aspiring goths and tattooed hordes, they once again solidify their status as Gods of Nu-Metal with their latest offering.
The album features 13 tracks that cover a vast array of subjects, everything from drugs to the insanity and paranoia of being in a twisted, co-dependant relationshit. “Everything everything falls apart,— for example, is a song born of broken man who's clearly lost himself in someone else and had no other avenue but his music to vent his frustration into.
The groove and momentum of this album are mammoth in their ferocity and it is, in this humble scribe's opinion, a must-listen for those who just want to air punch the sky whilst viciously shaking their heads. The songs are long and full of lyrics that reiterate the futility of existence, motivating one to find solidarity in oneself.
Mania, fanaticism, and vigour take hold after the first 10 seconds of every track on this mighty album. The thundering guitar and smooth riffs fire back and forth, forming the bridge of some well-written songs which share all the hallmarks of a harmonious nu-metal album in all it's fury!
“The Terror Grips Me Close And Holds Me Tight!—
What else can I say other than this is good Korn. Not corn of the cob, but just righteous fucking Korn and proper fucking malice music; empowering shit that makes you feel powerful despite all the neurosis society has inflicted upon you. If you’re a hardened fan like myself then keep up to date with all things Korn on Facebook and Twitter
Check out the video for “Rotting in Vain” below if you don’t take my word for it as you kick back, crack a brew and embrace the apathy!