On Tuesday, the Nuclear Blast label released
the new Meshuggah album, Nothing. (In a world where the art
of the good slogan is dying faster than Montreal’s chances of
making the playoffs, Meshuggah’s publicist came up with a nice
one on the half-sheet that accompanied the press mailing: “On
August 6, you’ll get Nothing...and like it!”) Long-time
Meshuggah listeners who’ve heard Nothing will tell you before
they tell you anything else that it’s not as good as Chaosphere.
We don’t have time to tackle the huge question of how best to
listen to a new album by a band who has already delivered one unassailable
masterpiece (short answer: it’s tricky), but we can tell you
this: if Nothing were Meshuggah’s first album, there’d
be rioting in the streets right about now. You’d be on the phone
trying to get space food sticks flown in from Cape Canaveral and carpeting
the concrete floor of the bunker underneath your house. You’d
be buying extra speaker wire and getting ready for the apocalypse.
And you’d have two sentries guarding your copy of Nothing.
It’s just that good.
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