It's Slipknot's animal nihilism that sets them apart from nu-metal wimps like Coal Chamber. Tonight's performance is the slapstick show of the century. Their grotesque, comic madness that speaks to the frustrated teenage dork in us all - it's the Revenge Of The Nerds, not the whining of a millionaire rock star. Not for Slipknot the jock-rock idiot fan-base that listened to Bryan Adams before Limp Bizkit came along and turned heavy rock into a field sport. This lot would be at home masturbating to horror comics during the football season.

Bizkit boss Fred Durst even comes in for a righteous pummelling from leather faced front man Corey Taylor. He rails against Durst's big-shorted, homogenised rap metal dream, screaming: "Fred doesn't speak for us - he's a fucking sell out." Us against them, fuck the man, it's the manifesto of confrontation. Slipknot started off as the heavy metal Insane Clown Posse but now they're building their own new cult. And their mission is to poison us all.