There is a great album to be written about overcoming the scars picked up from one of the most-maligned genres of recent times. Yet, despite their apparent embrace of the conveyor belt, Linkin Park continue to command healthy interest from a fan base that shook off the likes of Papa Roach, Static X and P.O.D. The follow-ups followed up, registering as either by-numbers ( Meteora), lightweight (Minutes to Midnight) or just plain forgettable ( A Thousand Suns, Living Things). Nearly 14 years on, Hybrid Theory offers a perfect microcosm of nu-metal a catchy but ultimately hollow mix of distorted guitars, punchy drums, screaming, spitting and, you know it, DJ skillz.
Linkin Park make for a particularly interesting case, given that they have never really altered their style to any major degree.
There's something inherently fascinating about an act that have survived, even thrived, in the wake of a genre that built up and tore down its progenitors with Replicant-style efficiency and ruthlessness.
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