This was a not-unhappy eventuality, drum-n-bass spreading so widely that even the real-life Napoleon Dynamite zoids of this planet will soon be using it as background noise while they prank-call sub shops. Ground Zero for this sort-of-sea-change is the Linkin Park tour for which this band opens, brandishing perfectly calculated spazz linked arm-in-arm with arena grandeur. They’re true fans of DnB, obviously listening to Ed Rush and guys like that; I won’t try to categorize their finest moments (most of which involve much buzz-beat twisting of knobs) as “such-and-so-step,” first of all because one or more people would say I’m wrong, and secondly because it’s a stupid academic argument that’ll go by the boards in the end anyway when, as already pointed out, the biggest square in your local high school is wearing the T-shirt and it’s just another big cog in the Matrix. This album is enormously clever, starting out with a long, drawn-out electro-step freakout before getting into the guts of its intention, a wildly cool rockout that’s more along the lines of what they’ve done previously. Whatever-whatever, all this boils down to is that Pendulum is about to take over the joint in a big way, once all the fearful haters put down their HIM albums for a second and get a grip on the history.
A —Eric W. Saeger