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LIMP BIZKIT – “Rollin’ (Air Raid Vehicle)”

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#889, 27th January 2001

Bizkit “Take my advice,” says Fred Durst on “My Generation”, “you don’t want to step into a big pile of shit.” Wise words. But shit comes in many forms. The spoor of Durst, the self-styled chocolate starfish, the anus, is compacted nuggets of resentment, pinched out rabbit-style in single form, delivered with a constipated grunt or haemorrhoidal yelp. Wes Borland, in skullpaint and bodystocking a guitar-FX Eno to Durst’s reverse Ferry, takes a contrasting approach, conjuring torrents of colonic sludge, shitrush splatter effects and bowl-cracking divebombs. In the parade of number ones, between a career-building film star and a girl group’s last-chance classicism, “Rollin’ (Air Raid Vehicle)” is more than a surprise, it’s a dirty protest. Back up, tell me what you’re gonna do now! Grit my teeth, reach for the imodium.

They’re an easy target. How bad is it really? “Rollin’” is one of the worse Limp Bizkit singles, because it moves away from their standard M.O. of reflexive bitterness, anger at a world that isn’t giving them what they want. They were good, I grant them, at packaging that up into noisy, hooky, usefully unspecific grievance bombs. “Nookie” – if ever a word signalled how old an intended audience was, that’s the one – is as targeted as they get. Otherwise they’re sticking up a finger to nothing, forever on the edge of a violent tantrum whose stakes we never know. Is that what being a 14 year old boy feels like? Sometimes. Often enough to win them an audience. Early adolescence – Durst was 29, but this doesn’t feel like grown-ups’ music to me – often means being promised a world and told, by your parents, your peers, your body, “not quite yet”. There will always be a market for catharsis: Limp Bizkit was one iteration. And it wasn’t just boys who responded – nu-metal in general had a mixed audience it never got credit for and barely respected, enough that fellow travellers Linkin Park could be derided as a “boy band”.

Durst strikes me as a goon though, a jock on the make, his self-pity dredged from nowhere deeper than his own reserves of entitled impatience. “Rollin’” finds Limp Bizkit in unusual, celebratory mode, on top of the world, not finding sullen fault with it. This is a grisly development: it means that on the verses Durst drops his low growl and raps in a higher voice, hatefully quavering and quacking. It’s an infuriating sound, and Borland’s music – an aggressive, inventive soup of riffs and lunges – deserves a lot better. But any music would. A gollumish peak arrives when he chides the haters: “you need some better beats and, uh, better rhymes”. It’s all in that “uh”, a condescending little chuckle from a man whose rhymes would shame a Five single. Hearing it, though Fred Durst is older than I am, the generation gap yawns in front of me; I become a retired Colonel spluttering over his port. The gall of the man! The effrontery!

It’s a ridiculous reaction, just what Fred would have wanted – he picked the name of the band to actively repel the curious, and paid a radio station to play their debut single a nerve-straining fifty times in a row. Trolling, button-pushing, and us-v-them posturing were apt games for a man whose records were such a sulky churn. Durst played them remorselessly, even after the wretched depths of Woodstock ‘99, when his band became the soundtrack for a weekend of searing heat, price-gouging, arson and ultimately rape. Were Bizkit to blame? No – start with the negligent organisers. But Durst’s asinine on-stage commentary – “Don’t let anybody get hurt. But I don’t think you should mellow out.” – exposed the limits of catharsis, “letting out the energy”, as he put it. Energy is cool and all, unless you’re in its way.

No shit stuck to Durst, or at least the people whose dollars mattered didn’t think he was a prick, even if the matter was settled for anyone else. The band carried on as before, spun the notoriety into “Rollin’” and “My Generation”, and the Chocolate Starfish And The Hot-Dog Flavoured Water album, their sales peak. “Rollin’” was a brag, a cry of triumph, for the ladies and the fellas and the people who don’t give a fuck. In Bizkitland, not giving a fuck was the highest known virtue. And yes, part of me wants not to give a fuck, to meet “Rollin’” on its own terms. Someone once played it at Club Popular – the trollish esprit du Durst manifest in the DJ booth. It was horrific, and hilarious, and the best way to hear it, as Borland’s propulsive hippo-rock drowned out Fred’s mewling.

So you can find contexts where “Rollin’” works, where its dump of noise and half-competent rapping is a vulgar virtue. Maybe the number ones list is one of those. But mostly it’s a painful chore, and that’s squarely because of the very dreadful Fred Durst. He’s the law of unintended consequences made flesh, the point where a bunch of 1990s ideas – House of Pain’s frat-hop, Rage Against The Machine’s spluttered fury, Kurt Cobain’s self-loathing, Black Francis’ screams and yelps, Beavis and Butthead’s wit – are driven first to their grim conclusion, then right over a cliff.



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    Fivelongdays on 19 Aug 2015 #

    I’ll admit that I seem to be in the minority when it comes to Slipknot. I can sort of see the attraction – and I’ll admit that it’s another case where if I’d been born three years later, I’d have thought it was utterly brill, and if I’d been born three years earlier I’d have been over myself enough to get into them. For personal reasons, though, I think they’re one of the biggest cons to have ever been perpetrated on the metal community.

    I should really get over myself.

    (Joey Jordison is an excellent drummer though)

    (And from what I can remember, the reason I didn’t go to Ozzfest in 2001 was that it was chockablock with nuMetal bands. Ozzfest 1998, OTOH, was my first EVER festival. Very good it was too.)

  2. 102
    AMZ1981 on 19 Aug 2015 #

    I was surprised to discover that six of the forty biggest selling singles of 2001 could loosely be termed pop punk or nu metal; I say loosely as one was a Michael Jackson cover and the other by a nu metal artist performing a non nu metal song (none are bunnied). Also two of the top twenty albums were in the genre (Slipknot and Linkin Park with Limp Bizkit just a place outside). Was this a peak year?

  3. 103
    Billy Hicks on 20 Aug 2015 #

    Absolutely a peak year, and this was the music my brother adored even though he was eighteen months younger than me. While I was very much still in the Steps and S Club zone, this was one of the songs my brother would blast out his room/sing along with to show how rebellious he was. Eminem’s album and ‘Clint Eastwood’ by Gorillaz (not bunnied!) were other favourites of his.

    I knew I’d be turning 13 in September of 2001, and instead of seeing it as a good thing I instead looked at that future date with terror. I didn’t want to be a teenage dirtbag. I was perfectly happy with things how they were. I’d watch Kevin the Teenager on Harry Enfield repeats and find him weirdly scary- I was going to turn into *that*? Grow long hair and walk around funny and insult my parents all the time? God forbid. Which by 2003 was exactly what I had become, but more on that when we get there.

    The big, massive early 2001 bunny that reminds me of happy year 7 times is yet to come, about as different to this as you can imagine.

  4. 104
    fivelongdays on 24 Aug 2015 #

    NuMetal had reached saturation point a little before this got to number one. As I think I said, there was the feeling that Linkin Park – who were often described as a ‘nuMetal boy band’ – were the beginning of the end. I think people were just ready to stand up and say ‘no more!’. That said, it didn’t start to die out properly until around 2003 – the end of the scene is hard to pinpoint exactly, just a feeling that everyone was sick and tired of the fakery.

    Have only recently realised that nuMetal’s finest album – perhaps the one record from the scene which could be fully described as great – came out in 2000, which fits my personal narrative.

    I’m intrigued by which singles @102 is talking about, mind…

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    Cumbrian on 24 Aug 2015 #

    #104: The first one is Alien Ant Farm doing Smooth Criminal – not sure Alien Ant Farm are really nu-metal, though they definitely got lumped in with them. Don’t know about the other one though – unless it’s Crazy Town the other candidates I have in mind don’t strike me as particularly of the genre. Pop Punk is a broader church and maybe I’m not thinking in the right area as a result (since 102 says terms as one or the other)

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    CarsmileSteve on 24 Aug 2015 #

    #75 …and let’s not forget the Judgement Night soundtrack!

    At glastonbury this year, I happened upon Wheel Of Four Tunes, a disco where they spin a wheel and play four tunes from that genre. Anyway “rock” was the genre and they played some foo fighters and ace of spades and THEN rollin’ came on and the group of late 20s otherwise relatively sensible looking lads next to me knew EVERY WORD and sang (and did the moves) loudly and lustily, much to the hilarity of the rest of the field…

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    fivelongdays on 25 Aug 2015 #

    And strength to their elbows, I say. Which reminds me of a point I forgot to make

    *It’s a better pop song than anything The Smiths ever did.

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    Tommy Mack on 27 Aug 2015 #

    Keep trollin’ trollin’ trollin’…

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    James BC on 7 Sep 2015 #

    Fifteen years on, I still don’t understand what the DJ was doing in the band. Was it just a gimmick, or was the DJ a big part of their sound? Only live, or only on record, or both? Which sounds in Rollin’ are coming from the DJ? Do some modern-day bands still have DJs (outside of hip-hop) in or has the whole idea turned out to be a dead end musically?

    Any light that can be shed is much appreciated.

    (This song isn’t my thing but it added massively to the Undertaker’s gimmick, making him seem genuinely exciting and rebellious and impressively current.)

  10. 110
    Steve Mannion on 7 Sep 2015 #

    DJ Legend is credited as co-producer of the track along with Durst (for some time I mistakenly thought Ross Robinson was involved) and presumably provided the scratching/cut-up effects (“throw your hands up” etc.) directly.

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    Andrew Farrell on 7 Sep 2015 #

    I never realised, until reading up on this, that this is DJ Lethal’s second big group – he was in House of Pain before this!

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    Tommy Mack on 7 Sep 2015 #

    #111, I think that’s why Eminem fell out with Durst: Em had beef with Everlast and by extension Lethal and by extension Durst. Peevish chap, Eminem…

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    Cumbrian on 30 Sep 2015 #

    I’ll just leave this here (misspelling in the url and all):


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    Patrick Mexico on 22 Dec 2015 #

    You’d better get some better beats, and er.. get some other disputed Eastern European territories.

    I’m trying to think of a terrible Franz Ferdinand pun, but that’s still three years off.


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    AMZ1981 on 11 May 2016 #

    Just realised I never answered the direct question Fivelongdays asked me in #104. The non nu metal song by a nu metal artist was Follow Me by Uncle Kracker.

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