Album review: P.O.D. – Veritas
Veritas, as the lovers of Latin out there will tell you, means ‘truth’. In the interest of full transparency, then, P.O.D.’s 11th studio album is unlikely to win the San Diegans any fans outside of the nu-metal firmament. Not because it’s bad; it’s a frequently punchy and arresting collection. But it’s much the same as the band that set the world on fire in the early-’00s, then were seemingly snuffed. But like their peers in Papa Roach, P.O.D. kept going. Unlike Jacoby Shaddix and co., though, they didn’t evolve in a way that allowed them to transcend a peak some two decades behind them. Admittedly, at a time when festivals like Sick New World and touring bills are packaging nostalgia, a P.O.D. record that’s sonically similar to their heyday is probabl...
