After all this time, Metallica have finally released a new album. In case you haven’t been keeping up with Metallica lately, I’ll catch you up: Jason Newstead left the band, now Robert Trujillo (from Suicidal Tendancies, etc.) is playing bass, Kirk grew his hair back out, James went to rehab and he still can’t sing. Enough history, on to my thoughts.
The album was a great value – I got the CD and DVD for only $12.99 at Hastings. It also includes a code that you can use to access some exclusive Metallica stuff online.
Before the album came out I read several favorable reviews that said the songs were heavier and longer, much like on their earlier albums. That’s true, the songs are heavy and long, unfortunately that seems to translate into mostly sloppy and repetitive. Earlier albums had epic songs that filled 7 or 8 with an interesting story. These songs seem more like they were written by a five-year old. Listen to Frantic, tic, tic, tic, tic, tic, tock or Inspector, Rejector, Injector, Protector, Infector (Paige calls it protractor) if you don’t believe me.
I can usually get past bad lyrics and singing if there are enough good guitar solos (I listen to Dream Theater, after all). Unfortunately, the new Metallica album has no guitar solos. That’s right zero, none, not even a hint of a lead guitar part. This album is nothing but heavy, chunky rhythm guitar parts.
After all this you’re probably thinking I hate the album. Actually I listened to it all day in the car today and it’s starting to grow on me. I remember when the black album first came out I couldn’t stand it, and now I actually want to listen to it sometimes. Time will tell for St. Anger. It’ll never be as powerful as Master of Puppets or …And Justice for All, but it will probably always be better than 90% of the garbage that gets released every year.