The Cavan teenagers attack album two with abandon, largely at the expense of quality
All Hope Is Gone
Now, the good news. The excited violence of their debut is (in-part) back: ‘Vendetta’ is pure Pantera strut, ‘This Cold Black’ is a riot of hate driven by Joey Jordison’s blastbeats, leaving these two songs among the finest in their canon. Lead single ‘Psychosocial’ is the perfect marriage of light and shade, but the title track astounds most: gloriously sludgy and frantically light-fingered at the same time, it’s a relentless assault which confirms that, when their backs are against the wall, Slipknot can hew stunning riffs from the heaviest metal. But by letting their off-beat creativity fester, Slipknot have missed their chance to finally silence the doubters; confusing considering they conquered the world without a shred of compromise. No-one’s been scared of them since last century, but ‘Vol 3…’ shocked because it was so unexpected. They needed to up their innovating significantly but haven’t, leaving ‘All Hope Is Gone’ above-average. And for a band used to being loved or hated, the middle ground can’t be where they aimed for.
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