Post by jasonlatta on Sept 18, 2008 23:07:34 GMT -8
Metallica: Death Magnetic
I can only say this: OH MY FUCKING GOD.
There's a little tiny immature part of myself that has been waiting for this album for 17 straight years. I thought the boys were fucking dead, man...they'd been replaced by alien clones or something, and the metalhead mayhem that Metallica of the Nineteen Eighties represented had been lost to us, the faithful, forever more.
Strictly speaking, I didn't hate Load or Reload, but...it didn't feel like Metallica. Some of the riffs were pretty rad, and a couple of those songs are nice to run to...I guess. It was clear that there was something wrong in Metalliland, though.
And then came St. Anger.
Hearing St. Anger was sort of like what fundamentalist Christians must feel like when they watch the Exorcist. Pure blasphemy, right in your grill.
(I think at one time I posted somewhere that I liked it, but, boys, I used to drink. Nuff said, I think.)
So it was with a haunted trepidation that I purchased Death Magnetic. I don't have the booze to fall back on anymore, so if this one sucked, I'd really have no hope for the future. The one and only band that I've bought every single one of their stinking albums would finally have turned me off. I wouldn't be back for the next installment.
Thankfully, the soul-searching and mainstream navel gazing antics of the previous album is gone, and the boys have found their muse again, because this new album fucking ROCKS.
It has thrash, it has proggy shit, it is hard and it is fucking fast.
They even put their old band logo on the album cover...it's sort of like that scene in Major League 2 where Ricky Vaughn shows up with his Bad Ass haircut at the final game...letting the world know he's back, telling the heckler to shove it up his fucking ass because he's going strike this motherfucker the fuck out, and that's cool by me.
Damn it, there's even an old school nine minute metal instrumental on this album. My faith is restored! I could cry if that were allowed in metal.
After all the real world disasters, personal disappointments and getting slapped in the face by the grim palm of mother reality for the last ten months, it's pretty nice to have something to smile about. And Death Magnetic is making me smile.
Thanks, guys.
I can only say this: OH MY FUCKING GOD.
There's a little tiny immature part of myself that has been waiting for this album for 17 straight years. I thought the boys were fucking dead, man...they'd been replaced by alien clones or something, and the metalhead mayhem that Metallica of the Nineteen Eighties represented had been lost to us, the faithful, forever more.
Strictly speaking, I didn't hate Load or Reload, but...it didn't feel like Metallica. Some of the riffs were pretty rad, and a couple of those songs are nice to run to...I guess. It was clear that there was something wrong in Metalliland, though.
And then came St. Anger.
Hearing St. Anger was sort of like what fundamentalist Christians must feel like when they watch the Exorcist. Pure blasphemy, right in your grill.
(I think at one time I posted somewhere that I liked it, but, boys, I used to drink. Nuff said, I think.)
So it was with a haunted trepidation that I purchased Death Magnetic. I don't have the booze to fall back on anymore, so if this one sucked, I'd really have no hope for the future. The one and only band that I've bought every single one of their stinking albums would finally have turned me off. I wouldn't be back for the next installment.
Thankfully, the soul-searching and mainstream navel gazing antics of the previous album is gone, and the boys have found their muse again, because this new album fucking ROCKS.
It has thrash, it has proggy shit, it is hard and it is fucking fast.
They even put their old band logo on the album cover...it's sort of like that scene in Major League 2 where Ricky Vaughn shows up with his Bad Ass haircut at the final game...letting the world know he's back, telling the heckler to shove it up his fucking ass because he's going strike this motherfucker the fuck out, and that's cool by me.
Damn it, there's even an old school nine minute metal instrumental on this album. My faith is restored! I could cry if that were allowed in metal.
After all the real world disasters, personal disappointments and getting slapped in the face by the grim palm of mother reality for the last ten months, it's pretty nice to have something to smile about. And Death Magnetic is making me smile.
Thanks, guys.
