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Barclay Crawford

Korn

See You on the Other Side

(Virgin)

Korn were the baddies who gave kids back their nasty role models  after the PC era that was grunge rock.

Rather than hubris about artistic identity, they sang/rapped adolescent odes to the frustrated, male-centric view of sex,  sprinkled with stories of singer Jonathan Davis' tormented childhood and allusions to episodes  of sexual abuse.

For their efforts, they were dubbed 'nu-metal'. And it worked. By the  end of the 1990s they'd sold millions  of albums and inspired a   flash of  shallow imitators.

But underneath their perfect tabloid-seeking sensibilities - surrounding themselves with porn stars and once claiming that Hitler was in heaven - Korn were one of the most inspired and ground-breaking outfits of what's a tired genre these days.

After a couple of dud releases,  this set  is a surprisingly slick aural assault that offers relief, especially if you're weary of the countless skinny necktie-wearing New Wavers  clogging the shelves.

You have to respect the band's ability to reinvent. They see no shame employing producers the Matrix and Atticus Ross - the former best known for his work with the manufactured angst pop-rock  of sk8er  girl Avril Lavigne - to polish their sludgy dirge rock back to form.

Although some of the depths of Davis' darkest places are missing  from the lyrics - life's probably pretty peachy these days -  these 14 tracks represent a successful crop after three fallow years.

Surprisingly, they save the best  for last, with Tearjerker, while 10 or a 2-Way, as the name suggests, is a smutty reminder of how naughty boys can be when they put their minds to it.



Korn