Damned if they do, damned if they don't -- that was the conundrum facing
Linkin Park when it came time to deliver
Minutes to Midnight, their third album. It had been four years since their last, 2003's
Meteora, which itself was essentially a continuation of the rap-rock of their 2000 debut,
Hybrid Theory, the blockbuster that was one of the biggest rock hits of the new millennium. On that album,
Linkin Park sounded tense and nervous, they sounded wiry -- rap-rock without the maliciousness that pulsed through mock-rockers like
Limp Bizkit.
Linkin Park seemed to come by their alienation honestly, plus they had hooks and a visceral power that connected with millions of listeners, many of whom who were satisfied by the familiarity of
Meteora. They may have been able to give their fans more of the same on their sophomore effort, but
Linkin Park couldn't do the same thing on their third record: they would seem like one-trick ponies, so they'd be better off to acknowledge their advancing age and try to mature, or broaden their sonic palette. Yet like many other hard rockers, they were the kind of band whose audience either didn't want change or outgrew the group -- and considering that it had been a full seven years between
Hybrid Theory and
Minutes to Midnight, many fans who were on the verge of getting their driver's license in 2000 were now leaving college and, along with it, adolescent angst.