Limp Bizkit
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THE REVIEW

If the prodigal son were to embark on a journey to desolate, dark, and stormy lands, what should he do? Abandon the good old dollar and retreat into pure self-destructive silence like a hermit, or still try to grab the eggs with bacon? The good monkey Freddy chose the second path, but not completely. Because while his wallet proved him right, the whole world came crashing down on him. Poor thing, though. Because he tried to dabble in various territories, adding a pinch of something here and there...

In short, a very varied result, as they say. If before he was a fun and boisterous hairy giant enjoying imitating Bender, the Freddy of 2003 (and beyond) tries to give himself a minimal semblance of seriousness, smooching bare-chested here and there a Halle Berry of the moment, or riding carefreely a maiden, capturing it all with a digital camera, later passed from the hands of the enemy (or as the good Teo would say, of the Gnu). Yes, you got it, old Fred gets caught up every time. But it's fun.

So what does he offer us in the distant a.d. 2003? If the show starts off raucous, with some gorilla screams here and there, the circus of stars ends on a soft note. The radio is dead, he reminds us, and if some maniac approached you with a baseball bat and swung it at your head? It matters little if you go from the dull and melancholic imitation of Kurt Cobain (Down Another Day), to the carefree duet with the dog with two Gs (D OOOU Double G), because it all turns out to be quite fun. Pivotal is the ballad (borrowed from someone...) with blue eyes, with a phantomatic scratch that says "discover L-I-M-P, check it", yes indeed when he wants, the boy knows how to do it. Because he, believe me, puts effort into it, poor star...

Half pop, half rap, half Hip, a bit metal (very little), this varied result flows smoothly and tastefully, like cheese on macaroni. Perhaps the most sincere work that good Freddy has ever produced. And if this is a little light in a dark cloud, the subsequent EP, yes, indeed the unmentionable truth, will be a pure joke (poor Zach De La Rocha will request royalties).

Oh yes, good old Durst, with this "Results May Vary", has exhausted all his candies.

Better that he will return to "check-up the melody".