Perry said I could write whatever the hell I want on this site so long as I write at least one post a week and I don't say anything that might get him sued. So I figured with the modest success of my Lollapalooza review, I might as well whip out the occasional musing on the music I'm listening to. (Nearly 600 hits on the Lolla thing - suck it, Rolling Stone!) So please welcome the new tag: Music.
I've been a Metallica fan for over twenty years, and I've seen them in concert probably a dozen times. So if you think that I might be a bit biased in writing this, you're probably right. But truthfully I actually haven't listened to Metallica all that much in the last ten years. I mean, they pop up on random, and I might spin a Metalli-disc maybe two or three times a year, but mainly I've been focusing on more modern stuff. (Like Stripes, System, QOTSA, Coldplay, Killers, etc.)
So anyways, when I heard that Rick Rubin was producing the new Metallica album, my interest was piqued. I've been long of the opinion that Rick Rubin is a wizard. He's often the man behind the controls for an artist's best work. See Aerosmith, Beastie Boys, Tom Petty, Black Crowes, Chilli Peppers, Slayer, Johnny Cash, and even the Dixie Chicks. Hell, he even made Slipknot sound good. So Rubin comes in and gets Metallica to harken back to 1986. (That was the year that their best album, Master of Puppets, came out.) What were you thinking, what were you feeling, what was your mindset, what was your motivation for writing songs. And it worked.
Death Magnetic doesn't sound like Puppets, part deux. Its got elements of all their albums, even the disappointing recent ones. I mean, I like the albums Load, ReLoad, and St. Anger to a point. They're all good or somewhat good albums. But hardly any of the songs were great, and I was never truly excited about any of those albums. On their first five albums, Metallica was constantly great. Nary a wasted track. This new album is just like old times. It excites me. A lot.
The first track, "That Was Just Your Life," is what you'd get if Dave Mustaine got his wish and recorded a new album with James and Lars, right down to the lyrics. It's Rust in Peace crossed with And Justice For All, with better vocals and production quality. The next song, "The End of the Line," would fit in nicely on St. Anger if you subtracted the garbage-can-lid-drums, muddled riffs and added a few blistering guitar solos. The first single, "The Day that Never Comes," goes back to the days of "One" and "Fade to Black," the ballad-turned-rocker. Toss in an homage to "Leper Messiah" and "Am I Evil?", with some vintage dueling solos, and you have a perfect lead single.
Perhaps my favorite songs on the album are "The Judas Kiss" and "My Apocalypse." The former is an all-out assault on your ears with an infectious, Black Album type of hook for the chorus while the latter wouldn't be out of place on Slayer's Reign in Blood. Seriously.
If there's any down side, it's "Unforgiven III." Why, oh why, must you beat that dead horse, James. The original is a classic; the second pretty much garbage. Now, this new track isn't nearly that bad. In fact, it's probably better than all but maybe five songs from the entire Load/ReLoad era and there's a strong chance that it will grow on me. But it still didn't need to be done and it should have been left alone.
Also, some of the lyrics are less than stellar. I'm not much of a lyric guy anyways, but the whole "crypt keeper" thing can be rather comical at times. "Cyanide" and "All Nightmare Long" read like vintage Mercyful Fate. Music still rocks hard, though, so I'll overlook it.
The more I think about it, the new album actually kind of pisses me off. I mean, we've been putting up with crap for the last 15 years while they could have continued to churn out near-classics like this? Bob Rock needs to die.
8.5 out of 10 (I'll explain my imdb-esque rating system at a later date. Suffice it to say, that's an awfully good rating.)