It’s been a long time since Korn were interesting or necessary. After their debut temporarily changed the world of metal, it’s been a case of ever decreasing circles and recycled riffs.

But maybe having to assess their position after the departure of guitarist Brian "Head" Welch has forced them into trying to find some relevance in their continuing musical existence. And to an extent they have. By moving part the way into the world of dance!

Co-written and produced by The Matrix, this takes the patented Korn sound and gives it a good shake up to see if anything worthwhile is tucked away in the pockets. Loops, keyboards, samples - you name it, it’s there, and it’s actually OK. The chorus is written with rock radio in mind and is a memorable one, bit it is very polished, something their remaining fanbase might find too shiny.

As a first taste of upcoming album "See You On The Other Side" (released on the 5th December) it’s a bold move, one they had to take if they had any kind of future.





Twisted Transistor (Josh Harris Radio Edit)

Hey you, hey you
Devil’s little sister
Listening to your twisted transistor
Hold it between your legs
Turn it up, turn it up
The wind is coming through
Can’t get enough

A lonely life
Where no one understands you
But don’t give up because the music do
Music Do! (x6)

Because the music do
And it is reaching inside you, forever preaching
Fuck you ’till
Your scream’s a whisper
Hang on you
Twisted transistor

Hey you, hey you
Finally you get it
The world ain’t fair, eat you if you let it
And as your tears fall on
Your breast, your dress
Vibrations coming through
You’re in a mess

A lonely life
Where no one understands you
But don’t give up because the music do
Music do! (x6)

Because the music do
And it is reaching inside you, forever preaching
Fuck you ’till
Your screams a whisper
Hang on you
Twisted transistor

Music Do! (x4)

Hey you, hey you
This won’t hurt a bit
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

Because the music do
And it is reaching inside you, forever preaching
Fuck you ’till
Your scream’s a whisper
Hang on you
Twisted transistor