Following their triumphant reunion, Gold Cobra is Limp Bizkit’s chance to prove to the “haterz” that their return can survive beyond the initial nostalgia kick and equate into another record which can sit toe to toe with the brilliance of their previous output. They have some high standards to match as well with the “classic” tag easily attributable to the likes of Significant Other and Chocolate Starfish And The Hotdog Flavoured Water.
Opening with Introbra, a techno and distorted intro tape, reminiscent of that from earlier work, Bring It Back powers into life shortly thereafter, the powerhouse riffs of Wes Borland throw down hard, coupled with the thundering backing of the likes of DJ Lethal and John Otto and the ridiculous as ever lyrics of Fred Durst. Straight from the off, you know that the Bizkit are back in business. Bring It Back has some crazy time signatures laced through it’s core, and at little over two minutes in length, is a punching statement of intent that these boys are not here to mess around.
Distorted riffs? Check. Brutal ? Check Ghetto ambience? Check. Rapping with crazy lyrics? Check.
They are back, and back in some style.
Lead single Gold Cobra and Shark Attack follows quickly, and continues the quality, before Get A Life kicks in and hits hard. So hard. It has a slow build, but by the time it hits its vicious crescendo, it is clear that the anthemic track will become a live favourite in the future. Purpose built for mosh pits, and with some crazy interludes throughout (think foreign speaking and techno autotune), it is one of the album’s highlights.
Shotgun brings the crazy lyrics back, my personal favourite being, “Shout to you ladies with the hot tits, courtesy of Limp Bizkit on some rock shit”, but is another brutal track, before the pissed off Douche Bag comes in and shows Fred D in a typically aggressive and bully-baiting mood. The tempo drops off a little with the likes of Loser and Walking Away, but the John Otto led Autotunage, and Why Try close off the record along with Killer In You in typically heavy style.
Wes is on immense form throughout though, and his work is chock full of brutal riffs and leads, as well as some of the most imaginery play you will hear on an album all year. Sure the lyrics are as ridiculous as ever, but that’s half of the appeal. Don’t expect deep meaning, just forget yourself and lose your shit to this like it’s 2000 once again. It will get better the more you listen to it, that much is a guarantee.
A hugely enjoyable listen, and a worthy release from the multi millionare rap rockers.
8/10
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