Linkin Park are something of an enigma - rough, grinding (typically nu-metal) guitars, hip hop influences, crashing drums and the odd wailing chorus, beautifully tempered by a sweet singing voice wouldn't sound out of place in the line-up of any of the interchangable, disposable, meaningless pop bands which proliferate out charts (much to the dismay of real music fans).
But that isn't to say the pure quality of the voice of the unfortunately-named Chester Bennington detracts from the raw edge of Linkin Park's debut effort. Far from it, because it isn't the quality of the vocals in boy bands that fills those with a modicum of taste with a nameless dread, it's everything else. What it does do, however, is provide an extra dimension which not only pleases but refreshes. After all, angst-ridden howling can become a tad tiresome after a while, and that fact this particular band have had the courage to go for something a little different elevates them above others in their genre, which will go a long way giving them the longeivity that is rarely affored to heavy rock groups.