While Linkin Park are still amongst the top of the heap over there at Nu-Metal Inc., it appears to be an increasingly small heap, as the bands scrabble around trying to regain the past glories of the silvergoldplatinum singles that splattered them all over our consciousness in the first place. The 'Park know all the knobs and levers to pull, know when to go slow, and when to put their foot down, and you know you're being fucked with the expertise of a porn star, but there's no love to be seen anywhere, and despite the pretty Chinese string motifs and great production, without that intangible magic, that tiny bit of tinkerbell inspiration in the recipe, this formulaic single is exposed as just that. Chester Bennington needs to go learn a few more tunes to sing in his choruses, or else this band are surely gonna slide.