Honestly, I think I may never have listened to this album before. I'm trying to remember what made me buy it in the first place. In any event, it's good. Its raw energy is deeply satisfying, and Zach de la Rocha excels at infusing his shouting with meaning - something that, say, Chester Bennington of Linkin Park does not. Now, if only I could understand what he's saying in any place but the chorus. The effectiveness of Rage's music is surely in its sound, but if someone were trying to pull a message from the lyrics, they'd have to read them somewhere. And while Rage excels at sounding exceedingly pissed off, when they come down even a notch from that level, the music suffers.
It would probably be disappointing for Rage to know that the only place I'll probably listen to their music is either on a run or at Boston Sports Club, the corporate gym franchise to which I belong.
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