Coming to the conclusion that
The Unquestionable Truth was so powerful it never needed the promised second volume,
Limp Bizkit went on hiatus during the back half of the 2000s, with leader
Fred Durst finding far more critical acclaim as a film director than he ever did as a singer. Despite these hosannas,
Durst felt compelled to reunite the
Bizkit, to wipe away the memories of the bungled prog of
The Unquestionable Truth and the
Wes Borland-less "Repeat as Necessary," to find a way to tap into the anger that started the whole ball rolling. A tough task for any band, but apart from dabbling with Auto-Tune -- the quivering electronic vocal effect that gets skewered on “AutoTunage” --
Limp Bizkit is intent on rolling back the clock and returning to the full-throttled attack of
Three Dollar Bill Y’All.
Durst may be a famous millionaire, but he’s still angry: he’s mad about Auto-Tune, he’s mad about the douche bags in Beverly Hills, he wonders why he should try, he thinks you should get a life and prepare yourself for a “Shark Attack.” Minus a detail or two, it’s the same set of grievances he’s been peddling since the beginning, the similarities so striking it’s surely as intentional as the dead-on revival of
Bizkit’s metallic hip-hop grind. As sheer sound, it’s executed well -- more assured, musical, and, well, professional than any of their other albums -- their age lending them a dexterity absent in their hits. ~ Stephen Thomas Erlewine