Man, these guys make it easy to keep on writing them off as colossal nu-metal/alt-rock assholes, especially since they continue to kick the gasping horses of those dying genres till they're nothing but dusty corpses. Their latest album is supposed to show their new maturity as songwriters and their increasing worldliness. If that were true, then Minutes To Midnight would have decent songs instead of a rehash of the same lame hiphop/metal/electro. Perpetual dingleberry vocalist Chester Bennington can't move beyond the "My life is so painful, wahhh" phase, while rapping/sensitive beard guitarist Mike Shinoda crams in his suburban lyrical "skillz" wherever he can. Try as they might to sound different, or even to touch on issues bigger than their own narcissistic garbage, LP still sound like they're stuck back in 00, which is where they should have stayed.