According to the (appalling) BBC review, Moby once described them as 'rape-rock'. They splurge testosterone, swagger and lad anthems with pronounced guitar lines and rebellious lyrics.
Fred Durst often parades around in a red cap and raps about haters, backed by Wes Borland, a guitarist well known for his live fancy dress costumes (which are much more wicked than 'fancy') Sam Rivers on bass, John Otto on drums and DJ lethal.
I got to see Limp Bizkit live again at Sonisphere Festival this year, ofcourse, despite the greying hairs, Fred Durst insistingly held up the set to stalk the crowd for tits most the time. Just a typical ageing American.
Their new album Gold Cobra contains conventional nu-metal and a track completely taking the piss out of auto-tune, just for the 'lolz' huh. 'Shotgun' will go down well in the mosh pits. Mr Durst joins Wes on the guitar to produce a cyclone of heavy beats. You'll find yourself crooning 'Douchebag' or singing it in your head when you strut into a bar "douchebaaaag! ima fuck you up. fuck you, fuck you, fuck you up..." *waist swaying, guns out blazing, limpy leg and snarl* you get the picture, homie.
If I wrote much more musical detail about this album, it'd be bullshit. It's a continuation of their style, a teency bit of progress, new lyrics, new riffs. There's no critical science here. With Grammy nominations and a number of awards strapped up, they don't give a shit. It provides their fans spanking new material & the new generation of parties with beefy house shaking gear.