Bionic by MIGOD: A Nu Metal Slugfest That Still Packs a Punch
Let’s cut the crap—MIGOD’s Bionic isn’t just another Nu Metal album from 2001. This German beast roars with raw aggression and industrial-edged riffs that slap you in the face like a steel-toed boot. Released under Not On Label, this record doesn’t try to be pretty or polished; it’s gritty, loud, and unapologetically pissed off. Max Chemnitz leads the charge here, wearing more hats than a thrift store mannequin—vocals, lyrics, artwork, mixing, backing screams—you name it, he did it.
The album kicks off hard with “Fortress of Hate”, and holy hell does it hit like a freight train. The opening riff grabs you by the throat and doesn’t let go until your ears bleed (in a good way). It’s the kind of track where every note feels like a punch to the gut, while Max’s vocals oscillate between venomous growls and haunting cleans. You can practically smell the sweat-soaked basement they recorded this in—it’s dirty, chaotic, and fucking glorious. If there’s one song on Bionic that’ll make you want to smash something, this is it.
Then there’s “Type Human 2.0”, which flips the script slightly but still crushes skulls. Tobi Bachmann’s keys add an eerie layer over Stefan Seith’s chugging guitars, creating this weird hybrid of dystopian vibes and straight-up metal brutality. Lyrically, it reads like a middle finger to conformity—a theme that fits perfectly into the early 2000s Nu Metal scene but somehow feels fresher coming from these guys. When Max snarls, “I am not your product!” during the chorus, you believe him. Like, yeah dude, we get it—you’re bionic as fuck and untouchable.
What really sticks out about Bionic is how damn DIY it feels. With Steve Steinmetz handling bass duties and co-producing alongside Max, the whole thing has this homemade vibe that screams authenticity. Even Holger Pruy’s mastering job keeps things rough around the edges instead of sanding down the chaos. And let’s give props to Max for designing the cover art too—it’s simple yet menacing, much like the music itself.
But hey, let’s keep it real—this ain’t perfect. Some transitions feel clunky, and occasionally the production sounds like it was done in someone’s garage (spoiler: it probably was). But honestly? That’s part of its charm. Bionic doesn’t care about being flawless; it wants to rip your head off and spit in the hole where your neck used to be.
So yeah, if you’re into Nu Metal with teeth, check this out. Just don’t expect anything soft or cuddly because Bionic will chew you up and spit you out faster than you can say "Germany." Oh, and fun fact: apparently no robots were harmed in the making of this album... unless you count Max Chemnitz himself, who might actually be a robot. Who knows?
