It was the band’s third album Follow The Leader, another collection of dark songs mixed in with jokey ones, that broke the band in the US. The formula worked in the UK where all three singles reached the top 30. Korn’s second album Life Is Peachy began to expand the band’s sound from just dark and serious into frivolity, with a light-hearted cover of “Low Rider” and the band’s first almost-hit in the US “ADIDAS”. And I’m not saying that because I was in the band, but I started seeing kids in baggy clothes and metal kids in Adidas. And here come these guys from Bakersfield with this bouncing sound, and I’m screaming my throat out, being super emotional and bringing up all this weird shit … It changed everything, man. Davis explained in 2015:Īt the time in rock, there was nothing new or different, and it felt so stagnant. Their debut album only peaked at #72 in the US, but over time became the seed that sprouted into a whole new style of heavy music. They chose the name Korn and recorded four songs inspired by acts like Pantera, Ice Cube, Duran Duran, Cypress Hill, The Cure, Primus and potentially anything in between. You couldn’t hear his voice, but you felt chills all over your body, and it was instantly like, “Oh my God, yeah – he’s the one.” Basically, during the first song, to audition in the rehearsal room, he started freaking the hell out. And when (Davis) walked into the room, it went dark and goth. The band wasn’t dark yet it had, like, killer grooves and good riffs, but there was some happy edge to it. However, when Shaffer and Welch visited family in Bakersfield, they met Jonathan Davis who added a darker, goth-tinged edge to the band’s heavy groove. Later, with Welch as second guitarist, the band named themselves Creep and recorded a demo with pal Ross Robinson. Pain! Buried so far away Enter my life of nothing Sick of the same ol' thing So I dig a hole, bury pain! Sick of the same ol' thing So I dig a hole, buryĪre you ready? This place inside my mind A place I'd like to hide You don't know the chances What if I should die? A place inside my brain AnotherĮdit bioBakersfield friends James “Munky” Shaffer, Reginald “Fieldy” Arvizu and David Silveria formed the funk-rock band LAPD in 1989 and moved to Los Angeles with another friend Brian “Head” Welch as their roadie. You came into my life Without a single thing I gave in to your ways Which left me with nothing I've given in to smiles I fell for all your games I wish so bad right I want to dedicate it to all the kids and adults out there who's ever been picked on or made to feel inadequate This This song gave me a lot of strength every time I heard it And, uh. You and me We have no faces Soon our lives will be erased Do you think they will remember? Or will we just be replaced? Oh I wish that I could see How I wish that I I'm digging with my fingertips, I'm gripping at the ground I stand upon I'm searching for fragile bones (Evolution) I'm never gonna be refined, keep trying but I I like the way you're so fucked up Naked and wearing no makeup I watch your pulse beneath your skin Sometimes I wish I could crawl inįred: Say what, say what? Say what, say what? Say what, say what? Jonathan: My dick is bigger than yours.My band is bigger than yours Fred: Too bad I got your beans in my bag The world ain't fair, eat you if you let it This won't hurt a bit! This won't hurt! Says who? Says who? Anesthetize this bitch! Anesthetize this bitch! Anesthetize! Just let me be Between you and me, don't fit.A lonely life, where no one understands you Music do! Music do! Music do! Music do! Music do! Music do! Music do! Music do! The world ain't fair Eat you if you let it And as your tears fall on Your breasts, your dress Vibrations coming through You're in a mess.īecause the music do And then it its reaching Inside you, forever preaching "Fuck you too!" Your screams, a whisper, Hang on you, Twisted transistor. Music do! Music do! Music do! Music do! Music do! Music do!īecause the music do And then it's reaching Inside you, forever preaching "Fuck you too!" Your screams, a whisper, Hang on you, Twisted transistor. Can't get enough.Ī lonely life where no one understands you But don't give up because the music do. Turn it up! Turn it up! The wind is coming through. Hey you! Hey you! Devil's little sister Listening to your twisted transistor.
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