The Height Of Callousness

The Height Of Callousness

You'd be very hard-pressed indeed to find a blander, more generic piece of corporate cock-sucking filth than this.

No matter what people tell you about the Limp Bizkit-fronted nu-metal ‘zeitgeist’, do not become excited – most of the music that makes up this particular genre is bland, copycat, inspirationless garbage. If you want proof, check out up-and-coming nu-metal act Spineshank’s new album, produced by Rage Against The Machine producer GG Garth.

So GG’s added gloss and radio playability to their hamfisted racket, but it really doesn’t help when the band seem to have forgotten to write any riffs of their own. It’s unforgivable, especially when you realise that not only have Spineshank got no riffs of their own, they’ve also got the most godawful lyrics, too. “Trying to understand/ How someone like you can still sleep at night/Or are you too busy playing God/To fuckers that are chewing on your lies/Another loser born?” they sing on ‘Play God’. Truly, they make Fred Durst look like Hal David.

Though they’d hate to admit it, Spineshank and their ilk are extremely close in concept to the boy bands that they so openly deride – take four or five puppets, hook them up with a fancy producer and watch the dollars roll in. It’s depressing, wrong and needs to be stamped out.

If you find second-rate metal with a dance edge exciting, then you’ll love this album, but if not, then you’d be very hard-pressed indeed to find a blander, more generic piece of corporate cock-sucking filth than this.


Andy Capper