Amazon.co.uk Review
Look beyond the headline-grabbing shock-rockers and public enemies that populate the thriving sphere of nu-metal, and there is an often-fascinating legion of young pretenders desperately eager to set the agenda. Spineshank, however, appear to have forgotten that it takes a little more than misanthropic attitude and clunkily applied samplers to spar with an
Antichrist Superstar. Sure,
The Height Of Callousness is deeply trendy, clenching the shouty industrial hip-hop template for all it's worth, and even hooking in sometime Rage Against The Machine producer GGGarth to work the controls--but with the likes of "New Disease" and, hmm, "Cyanide 2600" offering precious little content between their substantial clichés and self-deluded futurism, this is an album that just begs to be consigned to a pigeonhole. When this stuff works--see the electrified taboo pantomime of Static X's
Wisconsin Death Trip, or the none-more-black gothic mass of NIN's
The Downward Spiral--it's always because there's a splendidly contrary charisma acting as ringmaster to the whole bleak circus. Here? Well, let's just say that all this negativity isn't making any positives; by following the nu-metal rule book to the letter, Spineshank have rendered themselves entirely pointless. --
Louis Pattison