Hoo boy. Well, guess I'm glad I'm getting this out of the way early???
I've never listened to Limp Bizkit before outside of whatever songs I ended up hearing inadvertently out in the wild, but I've basically made it a point to avoid listening to them like the plague. So while I'm giving this album the best shot, I can't avoid the fact that it's basically impossible to be objective, especially with how this album has basically been built up as a legendarily bad album.
That said, I'll start with the good. The music itself isn't offensive. It ranges from bad in an average way, to fairly solid, backed up with Wes Borland's guitar playing, which is easily the best thing about it. Some really cool sounding guitar parts, particularly in songs like It'll Be OK (probably the best track on the record music wise, very P.O.D. sounding but yeah), with the melodic parts. Boiler sits in the same kinda P.O.D./Tool lane, which is solid.
Otherwise, the music just kinda sits in a fairly repetitive and derivative space. Songs like Rollin' just repeat the same parts over and over again, and its not good. Lots of stuff aping off of bands like Incubus, Tool, and their other contemporaries.
But now for the bad, and what's bad is, yeah, shockingly bad. Firstly, I don't typically remark on this, but my God the artwork and the name of this record. I'd be embarrassed if I ever bought this. But what honestly does this album in is Durst's lyrics and vocals. The lyrics can be embarrassingly bad/cringe at times, and it's not helped by the high pitched, whiney vocals. The terrible interpolation of Nine Inch Nails in the first song proper was not a great introduction to what this album has to offer, and a lot of the lyrics on the first half of this album continue to just be awful. To be honest, second half I stopped paying attention to the lyrics, partly because there's only so much I can take, and partly because the music generally improved and gave me something positive to focus on. Also, what's with that awful sample of The Eagles? I don't even like The Eagles that much, and I'm offended for them.
The whiny/high pitched vocals though are the real killer of this album. You know those memes where someone posts a photo of a celebrity, and then photoshop a short version of them with the caption "Don't talk to me or my son ever again"? Yeah, that meme is Fred Durst on this record. Regular Durst is normal with the harsher, shouted vocals, while high pitched Durst is the tiny Mini-Me. Which is a hilarious image, but for the music itself sucks. Basically, he's trying to sound imposing and angry, but what it ends up accomplishing is him sounding small and whiney. Like if he got into a fight, he'd just end up doing the "I'm just a little guy, it's my birthday" routine, haha.
Lastly, this thing does not need to be an hour and fifteen minutes long. It doesnt *feel* that long, but it would have done the band better to release it as two separate LPs.
So yeah. Hard to be objective with this one, and yeah, it's bad, but with the music being passable to halfway decent, kinda surprised I'll be giving this a 2 instead of a 1. I can imagine a world where if they had a better vocalist/lyricist, they'd actually be a pretty decent band. On the other hand, without Durst's genius ability to brand, most likely wouldn't be anywhere near as popular as they were.