TITD sawed the audience in half with overdriven guitar, creative sampling, and drumming that would have sounded appropriate on Led Zeppelin’s Moby Dick.
The ’80s are over and so are layered harmonies, classical guitar wanking, vocal warbling, and Whitesnake-sounding, lyrically-inane, hard rock posturing.
This exemplifies a stripped to basics approach (imagine Pantera without all the showing off), an urbancore aesthetic that I just don’t find very interesting.
A deep baritone with an old-world romantic accent atop dreamy synths, heavily-echoed acoustics, or dramatic powerchords that has a tendency to strut its stuff.
The next step in the evolution of heavy music, surpassing Pantera and Fear Factory on their own terms, then rewriting the rulebook on dethroning metal godz.