If binge drinking and/or date rape had a soundtrack, it would be 97% Limp Bizkit. Every thing about this band — starting with their name — should have me bristling with hatred. Fred Durst’s backwards Yankees cap, soul patch, and kiss-and-telling behavior. Their lyrics, which are juvenile at best and misogynistic at worst. The way they re-interpreted and destroyed George Michael’s ‘Faith.’ Wes Borland’s stupid, stupid contacts. The use of the phrase ‘Chocolate Starfish’ as part of the title of album #3.
They are manufactured and affected, affecting an image that is terrible … unless you’re a 14-year-old NASCAR fan in the heartland, cooking up meth that’s only 45% pure. Too harsh? Maybe, maybe not.
But you know? I’ve been known to listen to ‘Nookie.’ So much, in fact, that I pretty much have all its lyrics committed to memory.
The bass line is bouncy, the rhythm is catchy, and the chorus — while admittedly as lowest-common-denominator as they come — is infectious in its own way. (The video, however, perfectly illustrates all of the negative points I listed above PLUS a lovely puffy-coat-and-shorts combo.)
And while I feel naming the “Best Part” of this song is sort of like naming my favorite Two and a Half Men episode, I’ve got one. Right around 0:59, when you think they are going to “like a chump…” segue into the first chorus, there is another smattering of rock-rap, the syncopation of which I appreciate.
Should I be feelin’ bad? No
Should I be feelin good? No
Its kinda sad I’m the laughin’ stock of the neighborhood
You would think that I’d be movin’ on
But I’m a sucker like I said
F*cked up in the head, not!!
Actually, forget what I said, all of it. The non-ironic employment of “not” — in 1999, no less — ruined this whole thing.