Fred Durst may be an über-jock but, like him or loathe him, he's a talented one. In fact it's a minor wonder that he finds time to make music at all given his commitments to film directing, signing new artists to the major record label he works for and being a royal PR pain in the butt to Britney.

Eat You Alive, the first Limp Bizkit output since guitarist Wes Borland quit the band, marks a departure from the last two albums', multi-platinum template, and instead harks back to the days when people probably thought "freddurst" was a type of German sausage. Gone is the white-boy (c)rap, replaced by Durst's surprisingly smooth vocal tones and accompanied by a metallic bluster that has an early '90s, Seattle edge to it.

As ever though, much of the good sonic work is undone by the lyrics. With one line containing the words "I", "sniff", "your" and "panties", Eat You Alive is yet more of Durst's macho, misogynistic mockery. Their music may be clever but Limp Bizkit's songs... intelligent they ain't.

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