That line is one of the album's appeals to youths with the small-town blues. It's also one of its habitual overstatements. "Everything sucks, and I can prove it," Taylor croaks on I Am Hated. Instead of providing proof, however, he deals mostly in dour, cuss-laden generalizations. With song titles like People = S__t, it's no wonder radio has been slow to embrace the band.
But potty-mouthed lyrics didn't keep Slipknot's eponymous major-label debut from going platinum. In addition to courting publicity by defecating onstage and engaging in mild acts of violence with concertgoers, Slipknot has catered to rap-metal fans by mixing turntables and a sampler into its burlesque of drums and distorted guitar. Cannier still is the band's use of costumes at a time when metal is dominated by average dudes in sweatshirts. The band's macabre looks, like its hyperbolic lyrics, suggest the teenage alienation it sings about is a horror on par with the evils depicted in slasher pics--which is how teenagers see it too. Like it or not, Slipknot isn't likely to slip away.