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
hits of the new millennium. On that album,
sounded tense and nervous, they sounded wiry --
without the maliciousness that pulsed through mock-rockers like
Limp Bizkit
.
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
. They may have been able to give their fans more of the same on their sophomore effort, but
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
and
, 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.
So,
decided to embrace the inevitable and jumped headfirst into maturity on
, which meant that poor
Mike Shinoda
is effectively benched, rapping on just two songs. In many ways, it seems like even the guitarists are benched this time around, since
doesn't really rock, it broods. Apart from a handful of ringers --
"Given Up,"
the
Shinoda
-fueled
"Bleed It Out,"
easily the best, most visceral track here -- this is quiet, atmospheric stuff.
have the chops to rock, and when they deign to do so on
they sound comfortable. ~ Stephen Thomas Erlewine