Living Things is unsubtle, but it’s also quintessentially Linkin Park; albeit re-booted, regenerated, evolved.
The heavy guitar thud of yore has been replaced by a new, heavy electronic thud, but that aside it’s largely the usual semi-hilarious histrionica to which we’ve become accustomed
Rejecting the slow segues and unhurried ambience of A Thousand Suns, Living Things is trim and muscular, all pumping fists and bulging neck veins.
When you can’t tell the difference between a Linkin Park track and something produced by a plebeian confusing dance beats for real drums, something has to give.
Stronger album that " A Thousand Suns". They evolved in this album but again we werent with our mouths opened just as we expected.