Vice
Sounds like: Daft Punk meets Judas Priest
Short take: Junkyard dance for rockers and ravers alike
French grunge-dance duo Justice uses rock music as a means to the end of dance music. "Waters of Nazareth," its biggest and brightest song and 2006's best go-to club staple starts with a guitar riff that's been bent and flanged out of all identity, a dime-store beat and a stadium-soaring keyboard pattern, making a glorious, endorphin-infused muck of a song. And is all muck. Justice is more than anything about entropy, where only the crunchiest, most distorted sounds pass muster. The few vocals sound overheard from a passing Peugeot. The album's seemingly composed of landfill finds, and the more manhandled, the better. Justice is flag-bearing a new new by rejecting any equipment or sound at all current, instead bending and welding the detritus of yesteryear into right now's most banging devil-horn dance music. Matt Martin
Untitled
Virgin
Sounds like: '90s band just isn't so inspiring anymore
Short take: Korn klinks again
The sales pitch behind Korn's latest album, Untitled, is that it's the alt-metal act's first foray into more of a goth approach; the band's members have compared it to sounds of The Cure. Perhaps this wouldn't be such a bad thing if any of the album's 13 tracks truly found Jonathan Davis and Co. channeling Robert Smith's spirit. Instead, the disc is filled with material that bounces between banality and retread. The angst-filled "Evolution" and anthemic "Hold On" may cater to the loyal following, but the band feels as though it's mining its past for creative ideas. For more than a decade, Korn's greatest asset was its ability to look forward with impunity as a bellwether in industrial noise, falling somewhere between Nine Inch Nails and Slipknot. The nondescript Untitled is more uninteresting than anything else. John Benson
War Stories
Surrender
Sounds like: A new rock alternative, circa '95
Short take: "Future" musician goes back to the past
Back in 1998, when James Lavelle paired up with DJ Shadow as UNKLE for the phenomenal Psyence Fiction, he was at the top of his game, crafting a groundbreaking omni-genre mash-up. Since then, Lavelle, alone, has released three abysmal UNKLE albums, the first coming off as a clumsy, hapless retread of PF, and the second as a half-baked "soundtrack for a future film." Now, with War Stories, Lavelle has offered up a foolhardy attempt to revive mid-'90s space rock. To spread the blame, Lavalle brings in the talents of several lesser-thans the greatest of which is Queens of the Stone Age's Josh Homme, who sounds strange at best. Elsewhere, other guest "stars" wade through Lavelle's muck of orchestral quicksand, their guitars reverbed past all distinction. War Stories does its best to sound ethereal, but instead only registers as forgettable. M i>att Martin
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