Disturbed - The Sickness

Have you ever heard what a glass shard can do to a voice box when swallowed with a chaser of bleach?

Enter Disturbed.

With moving literary constructions and deep meanings behind every carefully selected word, Disturbed single handedly ushered in the age of “nu” metal. Or, as I like to call it, jock rock.

Universally loved by high school football teams the nation over, if you are looking for that testosterone drenched sound of unbridled manliness, The Sickness is the album for you.

Beats solid enough to keep your phallic chauvinist fist pumping in time until the climactic end. And guitar noises that will remind one of a group of cheerleaders with harsh voices after an exciting pep rally, screaming at the top of their burnt out lungs.

Classic ballads like the title track, “Down With the Sickness”, have unparalleled word plays mixed with easily accessible parables. A great example is the chorus, where our illustrious singer David Dramen screams in his all too unique vocal styling:

You mother get up come on get down with the sickness

You fucker get up come on get down with the sickness.

Inspiring.

Other pieces of lyrical weaving can be found in another popular song from the album “Dropping Plates”. The intricacies of Dramen’s words are on perfect display here. Mixing a bit of Faulkner with a little Robert Frost and a hint of Twain.

Here's an example for you:

Well on your mark, here we go again, hey ya, ya
Well never mind 'cause you're not a number one, oh ya, ya
You're too hard and from the other side, hey ya, ya
I think it's time to bring it home again
Right to me

As you can see, unparalleled use of grammar mixed with a fantastic diction makes for one of the most influential vocalists of our time. David Dramen is a limerick writer on par with the greats.

Truly, The Sickness is one of those albums that will last for generations, becoming part of music aficionado must own lists the world over.

Hext