A Groan of Tedium Escapes Me

Group photo of the band Tool wearing old-fashioned clothes and striking poses. [Formatted]

Here are the runtimes for the non-noise tracks from Tool’s new Fear Inoculum album: 10:20, 11:53, 12:44, 13:37, 10:05, and 15:43. This means that the average song length is somewhere around 12 minutes and 24 seconds, which equates to the time needed for modern radio to play four complete songs. Another way of putting it is that these six Tool songs roughly translate to 24 Katy Perry or Blake Shelton songs.

I find it humorous that, when describing the album, many fans and critics are making statements along the lines of, “The songs don’t seem nearly as long as they really are!” This is a very peculiar sentence. I mean, what the hell does that even mean? It’s sort of like saying, “I was at the DMV for an hour and a half, but the door greeter was very sweet and made it feel like 20 mins.” Or, “I was sick to my stomach for four hours, but somebody brought me a ginger ale and then it seemed like only a fraction of that time.” Or maybe, “I dropped a bowling ball on my foot, but the cast they put on my leg was so great that it hurt for just three days afterwards!”

The point is, this is a statement a person would make to describe an experience where something unpleasant was happening, but there is a counteracting element that lessens the severity, or takes the edge off. In this case, six obscenely long and occasionally floundering songs somehow feel abbreviated, because… well… because it’s Tool! This is the band that made Opiate, Undertow, Ænima, and Lateralus!

As for Fear Inoculum, what’s the real verdict? Is it bad? No. Is it unremarkable? Yes—there really isn’t anything here that hasn’t been done better on the band’s previous albums. It hosts some nice sounds and textures, and never gets very rowdy. One of my close friends said it’s “pretty chill” and I will get on board with her assessment.

If they had churned this out 12 to 18 months after 2001’s Lateralus then there would be much to celebrate: it would be a triumphant exercise in writing and recording for a band that, even at the time, was notorious for taking too much time between recordings. However, it’s been a mind-blowing 13 YEARS since their last release and a staggering 18 YEARS since their last proper LP!

No dice, no pass… no fucking way.

The Tattoos On Your Skin Let You Be the One You’ve Never Been

After All icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 (track 04 from the Katorz LP by Voivod icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 )


Joey died and nothing has changed
The street corners are still the same
I guess he still lives in my head when it’s time to share the bread
I still got holes on my knees, but I won’t buy the figurine
It’s kind off sad to see you in a box, wrapped and sealed

Who cares after all about the rise and the fall?
It makes the papers for one day, but not for what you had to say

Who cares after all?
Another flyer on the wall
All the names have been washed out: all the ones we care about

Seen it
Been there
Done that

When I am mad—when I see red—I refer to what Iggy says:
“I want to find myself in you. You want to find yourself too.”

Who cares after all?
Win the race or drop the ball
If I make a silly face, is that really what it takes?

Who cares after all about the records on the wall?
The tattoos on your skin let you be the one you’ve never been

Seen it
Been there
Done that

Fear What You Don’t Understand

Breathing New Life icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 (track 02 from the New Found Power LP by Damageplan icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 )
“Breathing New Life” Song Lyrics icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12

Damageplan's "New Found Power" album cover. [Formatted]

Explode icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 (track 07 from the New Found Power LP)
“Explode” Song Lyrics icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12
Cold Blooded icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 (track 09 from the New Found Power LP)
“Cold Blooded” Song Lyrics icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12

Nothing is Worth the Sleep that I’ve Lost

War Nerve icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 (track 02 from The Great Southern Trendkill LP by Pantera icon-external-link-12x12 icon-search-12x12 )

Pantera's "The Great Southern Trendkill" album cover. [Formatted]

Truly, fuck the world—for all it’s worth—every inch of planet Earth
Fuck myself—don’t leave me out—but don’t get involved, don’t corner me

Inside ulcer
Unjust bastards
File out face first
Meet the lies and see what you are

It’s forcing you down and it’s grinding against you
Let the war nerve break

For every second the pathetic media pisses on me and judges what I am in one paragraph—look here—fuck you all

Expect the worse—you bleeding heart—but kill me first before it starts
Yes, my cock is getting hard
We are born different after all

Invite mayhem
Produce weapons
Shoot out
Burn down
No CNN or media now

It’s forcing you down and it’s grinding against you
Let the war nerve break

All the money in the world couldn’t buy me one second of trust, or an ounce of faith in anything you’re about
Fuck you all

Nothing is worth the sleep that I’ve lost
Apologies are unacceptable now
A blistered revenge awaits in me
This is loveless


Hate mail is not read
In jail instead


The Lord knows there is worse
Ignore this curse