If the singer's Ethel Merman-esque warblings don't turn you off, their total lack of songwriting should. And if all that gets past you, their overblown 8 minute pretentioso epics won't... you'll be too busy slipping into a coma. Echoey female vocals can't quite drown out the shitty instrumentals and they sure can't save a talentless band. They should have broken up in 1988 like everybody else who made this kind of music.
Oh, and since nobody handled Korn properly, I'll have a crack at it. Congratulations to Korn for bringing what is possibly the worst genre trend in popular music ever, nu-metal. They combined singing like your testes are being operated on with the powerchord-filled dreck of metal and added some gutteral electrick shock tortured kitten noises for good measure. And dreadlocks on a white man should be punishable by flogging.
Incubus anyone?