Slipknot set out to construct the ultimate
metal music flamethrower, ever since their genesis in a Des Moines, IA, basement. But they also deployed an agitprop campaign of masks, smocks, and bar codes that helped scare parents (like good
metal should) and transform
Slipknot fans into faithful "maggots." The Midwestern origin of all this craziness is genius, as the band's marrow-draining
metal and twisted, fibrous mythology is antithetical to the region's milquetoast rep. Still, after the gothic nausea of 2001's
Iowa,
Slipknot's vitality dissipated in clouds of gaseous hype and individual indulgence. Had they grown fat on their thrones? Probably. But the layoff only makes
Vol. 3: The Subliminal Verses scream louder. Working with famously bearded helmer
Rick Rubin -- aka He Who Smites Bullsh*t --
Slipknot pour the shrill accessibility of their self-titled debut down
Iowa's dark sieve, and the result is flinty, angry, and rewardingly restless.
Vol. 3 shares its lyrical themes of anger, disaffection, and psychosis with most of
Slipknot's
nu-metal peers. Lines like "I've screamed until my veins collapsed" and "Push my fingers into my eyes/It's the only thing that slowly stops the ache" (from the otherwise strong
"Duality") aren't unique to this cult. But unlike so many, the band's sound rarely disassembles into genre building blocks: riff + glowering vocal + throaty chorus =
Ozfest acceptance. What makes
Vol. 3 tick is the dedication to making it a
Slipknot album, and not just another flashy
alt-metal billboard. The seething anger and preoccupation with pain is valid because it's componential to the group's uniquely branded havoc.
"Blister Exists," "Three Nil," and
"Opium of the People" are all standouts, strafing soft underbellies with rhythmic (occasionally melodic) vocals, stuttering, quadruple-helix percussion, and muted
grindcore guitar.
Rubin is integral to the album's power -- his cataclysmic vocal filters and arrays of unidentifiable squiggle and squelch unite
Vol. 3's various portions in wildly different ways. Just when the meditative
"Circles" threatens to keel over from melodrama, in sputters strings of damaged electronics and percussion to lead it into
"Welcome," which sounds like
Helmet covering
Relapse Records' entire catalog at once. Later, another counterpoint is offered, when the swift boot kicks of
"Pulse of the Maggots" and
"Before I Forget" separate
"Vermilion"'s gothic and acoustic parts.
Vol. 3: The Subliminal Verses doesn't feel like
Slipknot's final statement. It's a satisfying, carefully crafted representation of their career to date. But there's a sense that whatever
Slipknot do next might be their ultimate broadcast to the faithful. ~ Johnny Loftus
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