It's Nü. it's Metal.

I used to have braces. I also used to enjoy extremely shitty music.

For a period of time in my early teens, I was a big fan of a new rock sub-genre dubbed "Nü Metal."
This mainstream genre spawned in the wake of the Limp Bizkit and Korn revolution.

I am not to blame. The young do stupid things, but some never learn.

The San Antonio rock station 99.5 KISS has failed to see past this tasteless bigotry and still spins some of these bands on constant rotation.

Here's some insight:



Ahh Disturbed. These guys are sick in the head, haha. However, they have refused to wash away with time and still create music for meat-heads across the nation. I discovered this one on the Little Nicky Soundtrack. Needless to say, my bus rides to school ROCKED.

Ozzfest. WOOHOO.



Oh baby. SALIVA. The idea for this post derived from this very song. At 3am this morning I was venturing home and decided to check out what KISS had playing. I immediately was bombarded by this rap-rockin' masterpiece. I was driving my Tahoe, but for a moment I felt like I was in THE FAST AND THE FURIOUS. Following some uncontrolled laughter and bafflement, I flicked the dial to the nearest tejano station. I could say more, but I won't.

JUST A KID WITH A PAD AND A PEN AND A BIG IMAGINATION!!!



American Head Charge. Somewhat of a saving grace for such a superficial genre. These guys are idiots, don't get me wrong, but they managed to pump out some fairly harsh and catchy Nü Metal. I know several folks who were at the concert above. At the time, all of them told me it was the "most insane" concert they had ever been to. GIVE IT UP.



I was REALLY into Cold. COLD. Nothing like some depressing Nü Jams. My father took me to see them open for Staind and Rammstein. Best show of all time. Notice how Scooter (I know his name) is wearing a Nonpoint shirt. REPRESENT.



SOIL. This album came out on 9/11/2001. I bought it that day. WHAT THE HELL.



WAAAAAZAAAAAA. Static-X. Industrial Nü Metal. Headlined a show in 2003 at The Live Oak Civic Center with Soil and Soulfly. I was there. 'Twas a hoot. Filth. PURE FILTH.



Feel the emotion. A poor man's Linkin Park. I bought this full-length album but returned it. If I wanted it again I'm sure I could find it for less than a dollar somewhere. But I don't.



San Antonio favorites THE UNION UNDERGROUND. Rumor has it that when these guys got signed they blew all of their money immediately on Sex, Drugs, and Rock N' Roll. Looks like things worked out for 'em. ROCK STARS.



Who could forget this anthem? Drowning Pool debuted on the scene with a vengeance. Dallas Maniacs. This song started a riot among professional wrestlers, sub-par fitness trainers, and synthetic drug-heads. SOMETHIN'S GOT TO GIVE!

The list goes on but I can't continue. I've already wasted way too much time writing this. It's Superbowl Sunday for cryin' out loud.