It's no longer fair to say Korn are doing that nu-metal thing they helped unleash like the musical equivalent of Ebola on an unsuspecting world. Those days are gone.
Once, singer Jonathan Davis would muse (without a trace of irony), "All day I dream about sex" as some kind of demonstration of bleak, youthful, postmodern nihilism, but today he fronts a band well past its prime and desperately trying to retain some of the old fire.
Most bizarre are the contributions of studio drummer Terry Bozzio, known for his work with Frank Zappa, who, despite his reputation as one of rock's most talented stick men, fails to sound heavy, menacing or even relatively interesting. Factor in bandmates incapable of coming up with much beyond a few meathead breakdowns (even those don't have bite) and "creepy" experimentation, and it may be time to put this old horse out to pasture.