Stone Sour
– Come What(ever) May
Come What(ever) May is one of those records that barrels in and kick over your expectations. It’s Corey Taylor stretching his limbs between arenas and ashtrays, crooning one moment, tearing through drywall the next. The band locks in behind him like they’re driving a getaway car on four bald tires. They’re not chasing perfection; they’re chasing something that still feels real.
Best of…
This is a record that punches straight from the gut. There’s melody, yes, and it isn’t ashamed of it. But there’s also grit under every hook, like someone scrawled the chorus in blood and beer on the back of a bar receipt. The production isn’t slick—it’s thick. The guitars grind like concrete mixers, and the rhythm section doesn’t so much hold it down as slam it into place.
But the surprise is how emotionally open it all feels. Taylor’s lyrics swing from political fury to bruised introspection without a blink. And somehow, none of it feels forced. Whether he’s screaming himself hoarse or whispering like someone talking to their reflection, it sounds honest. That’s the trick. That’s the thing that makes Come What(ever) May matter. It’s not about catharsis. It’s about living in the heat of the moment and deciding to scream anyway.
Choice Tracks
Through Glass
The radio hit, sure. But strip away the polish and you’ve got a middle finger wrapped in velvet. Taylor’s voice dips into just enough melancholy to make the whole thing feel like a sad smile. The acoustic strum feels like resignation, not retreat.
30/30-150
This one doesn’t open the album—it detonates it. The drums stomp like a military parade gone rogue, and Corey’s vocals hit the redline instantly. It’s not trying to impress; it’s trying to survive. You can hear his throat fray by the chorus—and that’s the point.
Zzyzx Rd.
A piano ballad from a band that made its bones in distortion and barked confessionals? Sure. But it works because it’s raw. There’s a shaky kind of beauty in the vulnerability, like watching a fighter sit down and cry without shame.
Come What(ever) May
The title track is pure pressure valve—tight riffs, barbed lyrics, and a chorus that feels like a dare. There’s something caustic in how it lingers. It doesn’t want resolution. It wants your attention and maybe a little blood.
Socio
“Socio” grinds with swagger. It doesn’t rage—it struts, but with a chipped tooth and a busted lip. There’s something danceable in the stomp of the beat, but it’s all menace. This is a song that leers at you sideways, waiting for you to flinch.
Come What(ever) May swings like a fist and bleeds like a confession. Stone Sour makes heaviness feel personal and melody feel like a threat. Loud, honest, and shot through with bruised soul, this is the sound of a band burning clean through.