Slipknot
– We Are Not Your Kind
Slipknot comes out swinging like they’ve been sharpening knives during every second of their downtime. We Are Not Your Kind is like a series of controlled detonations, each track its own little combustion chamber—part anguish, part fury, part surgical intent. They’re not older and wiser; they’re older and meaner, and it suits them.
Best of…
There’s a strange sense of clarity cutting through the chaos this time. The sonic overload is still there—layers of guitars, percussive wreckage, synths twitching like exposed nerves—but it feels more focused, more deliberate. Corey Taylor has never sounded so unhinged and self-aware at once, channeling grief and rage into howls, snarls, and cold whispers. Meanwhile, the band crafts something sprawling but not bloated, where even the most atmospheric moments feel like preludes to collapse.
Slipknot doesn’t just make noise—they weaponize it. But in this record, they also allow space for texture, for patience. Not every punch lands right away; some of them bruise slow. That willingness to experiment without losing their raw identity is what keeps We Are Not Your Kind from slipping into self-parody. Instead, it blasts open the walls of their sound and dares you to crawl through the debris.
Choice Tracks
Unsainted
The choir intro lures you in with almost cinematic calm—then the hammer drops. The chorus is massive, melodic, and strangely uplifting, which is precisely why it hits so hard when surrounded by so much menace.
Birth of the Cruel
Slow, grinding, and soaked in attitude. It slinks more than it stomps, but the menace is palpable. Feels like Nine Inch Nails fell into a meat grinder and came out with brass knuckles.
Nero Forte
One of the sharpest hooks Slipknot’s ever written, buried under layers of rhythm and spit. The percussion here is a workout—machine-like precision with a human heartbeat still thudding underneath.
Solway Firth
The closer, and it earns that slot. Unrelenting, theatrical, and shot through with dread, this is Slipknot throwing the whole book of pain, catharsis, and art-damaged horror at you, one riff at a time.
Critical Darling
Fast, jagged, and laced with cynical venom. It’s the sound of a band that’s been counted out too many times, throwing their middle fingers straight through the studio monitors.
We Are Not Your Kind is Slipknot at their most vicious and most calculated, fusing chaos with craft. It’s a haunted house of sound—violent, atmospheric, and unflinching. A record that breathes fire, bleeds honesty, and leaves bruises where it should.