Linkin Park - Minutes to Midnight (1Step)
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Backing Vocals – Brad Delson, Dave Farrell, Joe Hahn, Rob Bourdon
Bass – Oscar Hidalgo
Cello – Larry Corbett, Suzie Katayama
Conductor [Strings] – David Campbell
Lyrics - Chester Bennington, Mike Shinoda
Viola – Andrew Picken
Violin – Armen Garabedian, Josefina Vergara , Julian Hallmark , Mario DeLeon , Natalie Leggett, Sara Parkins, Songa Lee-Kitto
Vocals – Chester Bennington, Mike Shinoda
Performer – Brad Delson, Chester Bennington, Dave Farrell, Joe Hahn, Mike Shinoda, Rob Bourdon
Written by Linkin Park
1 LP, Gatefold "Old-Style" Tip-On Jacket with Original Artwork
Limited to 3,000 numbered copies
Original 192/24 Files from Original Master Tape : YES
One Step Mastering
Heavy Press : 180g VR900 Super Vinyl
Record Color : Black
Speed : 33 RPM
Size : 12''
Stereo
Studio
Record Press : RTI
Label : Because Sound Matters
Original Label : Warner Bros.Machine Shop
Recorded in January 2006 – March 2007 at NRG Recording Studios The Mansion, Laurel Canyon
Engineered by Andrew Scheps, Dana Nielsen, Ethan Mates
Mixed by Neal Avron
Produced by Mike Shinoda, Rick Rubin
Mastered by Levi Seitz at Blackbelt Studios
Originally released in May 2007
Reissued in 2024
Tracks:
Side A:
- Wake
- Given Up
- Leave Out All the Rest
- Bleed It Out
- Shadow of the Day
- What I've Done
Side B:
- Hands Held High
- No More Sorrow
- Valentine's Day
- In Between
- In Pieces
- The Little Things Give You Away
Reviews:
"Damned if they do, damned if they don't -- that was the conundrum facing Linkin Park when it came time to deliver Minutes to Midnight, their third album. It had been four years since their last, 2003's Meteora, which itself was essentially a continuation of the rap-rock of their 2000 debut, Hybrid Theory, the blockbuster that was one of the biggest rock hits of the new millennium. On that album, Linkin Park sounded tense and nervous, they sounded wiry -- rap-rock without the maliciousness that pulsed through mock-rockers like Limp Bizkit. Linkin Park seemed to come by their alienation honestly, plus they had hooks and a visceral power that connected with millions of listeners, many of whom who were satisfied by the familiarity of Meteora. They may have been able to give their fans more of the same on their sophomore effort, but Linkin Park couldn't do the same thing on their third record: they would seem like one-trick ponies, so they'd be better off to acknowledge their advancing age and try to mature, or broaden their sonic palette. Yet like many other hard rockers, they were the kind of band whose audience either didn't want change or outgrew the group -- and considering that it had been a full seven years between Hybrid Theory and Minutes to Midnight, many fans who were on the verge of getting their driver's license in 2000 were now leaving college and, along with it, adolescent angst.
So, Linkin Park decided to embrace the inevitable and jumped headfirst into maturity on Minutes to Midnight, which meant that poor Mike Shinoda was effectively benched, rapping on just two songs. In many ways, it seems like even the guitarists were benched this time around, since Minutes to Midnight doesn't really rock, it broods. Apart from a handful of ringers -- "Given Up," the Shinoda-fueled "Bleed It Out," easily the best, most visceral track here -- this is quiet, atmospheric stuff, dabbling with electronic textures that were cutting edge in 1996 but sound passé now. Also sounding passé are the tortured musings of lead singer Chester Bennington, who still is tormented by love, loss, family, any number of items that sound convincing coming from a man in his early twenties, but not so much so when the thirties are approaching rapidly.
And yet the way Bennington and his mates, shepherded by producer Rick Rubin, try to sound mature isn't always convincing, either, possibly because it sounds like a skate punk uncomfortably trying on his big brother's suit. They have the chops to rock, and when they deign to do so on Minutes to Midnight they sound comfortable, they sound right, but too often they run away from this core strength. "Allmusic, review by Stephen Thomas Erlewine
Ratings:
Discogs : 4.6 / 5 ; AllMusic : 4 / 5 ;