A Thousand Suns This is no Kid A
A Thousand Suns This is no Kid A. That was my first reaction to the fourth studio album by Linkin Park, in the wake of repeated early comparisons -- made by fans online -- to the Radiohead masterpiece. This is not to say that A Thousand Suns doesn't try.
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Even the title (it comes from theoretical physicist Oppenheimer, apparently) tries hard. Eventually though, one assumes Linkin Park can't help but be themselves. The good thing is it's a lot better than 2007's Minutes to Midnight; the bad is, despite Mike Shinoda and master producer Rick Rubin's best efforts, there's little new ground being broken here.
Sure, they've evolved in the lyrical department (album closer The Messenger is a case in point), and Chester Bennington has somehow managed to keep his vocal chords intact (Blackout is undeniable evidence), but much of it ends up sounding like, um, Linkin Park doing a Nine Inch Nails cover version. Having said that, Wretches and Kings is a magnificent track -- the kind that answers the question: 'Are Linkin Park still worth listening to?'
They are.
A Thousand Suns, Linkin Park, EMI, Rs 395. Available at leading
music stores.
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