Album 10
Follow the Leader (1998)
by Korn
I heard about Korn 30 years before I heard their music.
I was driving a cab overnight in the sleepy, Meth infected desert town of California. The dispatcher was some girl, name unremembered. We talked about music because, fuck me, there were no rides. Except the nightly lab specimen and the one guy who hired me to take him to the bus station every morning so he could go to work.
"Have you heard of Korn?" She asked. And she wouldn't stop talking about them.
I talk about my location because I was about the same distance from Lancaster as Lancaster is to Los Angeles. So, they were local.
I heard some of their music on MTV but I never listened all the way through.
This is the soundtrack to Gen X depression. From the imagery on the covers to the music. It's all schism and chaos. It's primitive rage borne from soul wrenching. Inorganic but also purely meth capital desert bloomed.
If you took a lot of Meth and forced Rage Against the Machine to listen to nothing but Red Hot Chili Peppers and Nine Inch Nails all day long, this is what you get.
It's On
Freak On a Leash
Got the Life
Children of the Korn
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