At the end of the day Audioslave are simply a bore. Predictable, pedestrian, pro forma. Less than the sum of their parts, the album and the band don't even amount to an interesting failure, because the known quantities do what they have always done only this time in tandem—Chris Cornell howls and croons; the Rage cats trot out their Zep and Jimi riffs laced with Tom Morello's turntablist guitar moves. It might have been more enthralling had Cornell induced the band to come to him for alternate tunings, odd time signatures, and general harmonic, melodic and rhythmic sophistication, and also if he had taken a look out the post-9-11 window for lyric inspiration.... More >>>