Album Review: SLIPKNOT We Are Not Your Kind
We Are Not Your Kind marks 20 years between Slipknot's momentous self-titled debut and their aptly titled sixth full-length. After two decades—and almost another five years of demos and lineup shuffling prior—the Iowa force has long-since solidified themselves as one of the most pivotal bands in hard rock and metal ever. Given their trajectory, toeing of stylistic lines, and astute navigation of metal's trends, Slipknot's body of work really shows they are not of metal's normal kind.
Their debut album and Iowa arrived at the crescendo of nü-metal's fever in the late 90's and early 00's—both albums are objectively still untouchable. As the wave receded and their contemporaries either fell by the wayside or took missteps into relevant radio trends, Slipknot made calculated tweaks to their structure. Vol. 3: The Subliminal Verses is a wonderful example of modern metal for its time. All Hope Is Gone and .5: The Gray Chapter in comparison though seem like stumbles—certainly not missteps, Slipknot has never made a bad album. The heavier focus on ballads, unfortunately, rendered those albums a bit toothless, personally, even with some of the band's catchiest singles on them. We Are Not Your Kind, however, reverses course a bit. The band returns with edges sharpened, production magnified, and vision refocused.
Lead singles "Unsainted," "Solway Firth," and "Birth of the Cruel" give a solid synopsis of what to expect for We Are Not Your Kind. One of the strongest features of the new album is the infectious melodies and rhythms. "Unsainted" is one of the rare exceptions where choral vocals in metal songs land well. That, combined with Corey Taylor's strong vocal display—the integration of Taylor's clean vocals into Slipknot's music continues to get a little better each record—is a strong opening punch.
Elsewhere, "Nero Forte" and "Critical Darling" highlight the melodies and rhythms that make a number of the songs on We Are Not Your Kind standouts. "Red Flag," "Birth of the Cruel," and "Orphan" feel like they could slot into one of the band's first three records. They're all earworms that writhe and wriggle into the brain. Taylor's snarl at the front of this horde has always been ubiquitous, but behind his voice are numerous nuances.
The electronics and keyboard inputs into Slipknot's music and how they harness or employ it has always made them a unique entity. There isn't a band of their magnitude that uses these sounds so overtly without it sounding forced. We Are Not Your Kind has some of the band's best examples of this in the last 15 years or so. The bleeding over of "What's Next" into "Spiders" is fantastic. The distribution of feedback and other harsh sounds in "Red Flag" strike the same nerve that classic songs like "Spit It Out" or "People = Shit" did. The towering percussion and eerie samples on "Birth of the Cruel" alone makes it an outstanding track.
There are still moments that leave much to be desired. "A Liar's Funeral," "My Pain," and "Solway Firth" never seem to get off the ground. In a band with nine members, especially as the band tries to make these more poignant or slower songs—more really could be done with the negative space in them. Though not as slow as these tracks, "Not Long For This World" inches towards this idea. The percussion and electronics that sit beneath Taylor's vocals between choruses really bridges these peaks and does a lot maintain the track's tension. The trio of songs mentioned earlier could benefit greatly from further guitar layering or electronics perhaps.
Overall, it's a solid display from Slipknot. Like albums before it, We Are Not Your Kind produces some incredibly catchy and infectious tracks. Also, like albums before it, it has its moments where it misses – these are more relative to the tracks on this record, not so much to previous efforts. The Iowa titans have easily released their best music in the last 15 years. The band continues to morph and evolve even against changing lineups and their tumultuous last handful of years. Slipknot still maintains a singular sound–unswayed by a genre's quarter-century of trends. They remain their own breed – their own kind.