Review by Sam Frank
When Metallica released their sixth studio album, Load, back in 1996, Drummer Lars Ulrich described Metallica as a band "exploring different things." This was Ulrich's way of justifying what appeared to be a "sell-out" career makeover. With new hair styles, sophisticated clothing, and a more progressive rock sound, the story of Metallica was becoming sad but true. The next two studio albums, Reload (1997) and St. Anger (2003), only pushed die-hard Metallica fans farther from the band that taught them how to ride the lightning. Over the past few years we've seen Metallica chastise fans for downloading music, replace pickstyle bassist Jason Newsted with Suicidal Tendencies' fingerstyle bassist Robert Trujillo, battle alcohol and addiction in Some Kind of Monster (2004), and win the Grammy Award for Best Metal Performance in 2004 for the title track, "St. Anger."
Albeit recent triumphs one thing has remained elusive since the band took a Load back in 1996: an album that speaks to hardcore Metallica fans. A high octane blitzkrieg consumed by ferocious guitar licks and unrelenting vocals; reminiscent of the days when wearing a Metallica shirt was considered anti-establishment. Well folks, believe it or not, that album hit music stores on September 10 th, and it's called Death Magnetic. "Death Magnetic, at least the title, to me started out as kind of a tribute to people that have fallen in our business, like Layne Staley and a lot of the people that have died, basically - rock and roll martyrs of sorts," James Hetfield explained about the album's title back in July. "And then it kind of grew from there, thinking about death...some people are drawn towards it, just like a magnet, and other people are afraid of it and push away. The concept that we're all gonna die sometimes is over-talked about and then a lot of times never talked about - no one wants to bring it up; it's the big white elephant in the living room. But we all have to deal with it at some point."
All white elephants aside, Magnetic is monumental for a number of reasons. It's the first Metallica album to give all band members songwriting credits, and it's also the first to be produced by the legendary Rick Rubin. Listed among Time Magazine's 100 Most Influential People in The World in 2007, Rubin, who also co-founded Def Jam records with Russell Simmons, has worked with LL Cool J, Jay-Z, Weezer, Linkin Park, Neil Diamond, Tom Petty, Red Hot Chili Peppers, etc; and, like King Midas, everything he touches goes [at least] gold. Former vice president of A&R and marketing at Rubin's American Recordings label in 1990, Don Charnas described why Rubin works so well with artists, "They love him. He shows them how to make it better, and he gets more honest and exciting performances out of people than anyone." In March of 2008 Ulrich explained how "Rick's big thing is to kind of have all these songs completely embedded in our bodies, and on D-Day, just go in [the studio] and execute them. His whole analogy is, the recording process becomes more like a gig - just going in and playing, and leaving all the thinking at the door," which is exactly what Magnetic sounds like, a Metallica concert.
From start to finish Magnetic is a rollercoaster of liquefied intensity. If you were to put a lump of coal inside one of Xzibit's pimped out cars and let all 74 bone crushing minutes of this album ride in the sound system, you would end up with a diamond as big as your head. From the tommy gun drumming on Magnetic's opener, "That was just your life," to the new unforgiven-esque single, "The Day That Never Comes," to the immaculate instrumentals on "All Nightmare Long," Metallica has finally found a way meld more sophisticated song compositions with the trash metal sound that spawned the band's worldwide legions of fans.
In all honesty, any Metallica fan reading this review has the right to be doubtful of Death Magnetic. There are some fans who believe that Metallica hasn't done anything worth talking about since ...And Justice For All back in 1988. To all Metallica fans, old and new, let me clear the air. Anybody who has ever heard a Metallica album prior to ...And Justice for All understands how powerful Metallica's sound used to be. By "exploring new things," Metallica tried to grow as artists, but inadvertently pushed away fans of the sound that put them on the map in the first place. My first real introduction to Metallica was the music of their 1993 box set, Live Shit: Binge & Purge. The energy output from that three disc set was enough to make me a fan for life. Unfortunately, though, every album released since that box set has been one disappointment after another. It was as if this once legendary rock group had become a shadow of itself; selling out stadiums with a catalog of songs written before half the concert-goers were born. Thanks to a little help from Mr. Rubin, the musician whisperer, Death Magnetic proves once and for all that Metallica truly is the master of puppets. So put that in your pipe and smoke it!
Review by David Svendsen
Definitely the most anticipated release of 2008, let alone of Metallica's career, Death Magnetic is set to be released worldwide on Sept. 12 th. After dropping bombs Load and Reload, then the disastrous St. Anger (with the "making of" entitled Some King of Monster which showed in sickening detail all the cracks in Metallica's armor), it seemed Metallica's days as metal kings were drawing to a sad end.
They are not dead yet.
While bands like Trivium and more recently Black Tide were jockeying for position to the throne, Metallica has come back to show everyone how it's done. Back -- thank God! -- is the mighty Kirk Hammett, delivering his trademark fiery soloing, complete with his wah. Back is the monster chugging of riffs that take on a life of their own. Back is the epic metal disc that clocks in at almost 80 minutes. It seems as if a sleeping giant has awoken with grand fury.
School is back in session kids, take notes.
The lead off track, That Was Just Your Life, has one of the catchiest riffs on the disc. The combination of riffs and Lars' double pounding instantly bring back memories of Battery or Damage Inc. Seven minutes of sonic thrashing and twin guitar melodies. This tune comes racing off the disc at you like a bull at a matador.
And yes, you do get to hear newbie Robert Trujillo's bassline from time to time, but again -- remember this isn't a band that seems fond of the bass.
As throughout most of the disc, The End of the Line has the stench of St. Anger (the Some Kind of Monster groove) for a little bit until it fully kicks in. Luckily, most of the remembrances of St. Anger are kept to a minimum. Riffs change during this track at a dizzying pace; tempos climb and fall with ease.
One of the early tests I give new discs is putting them in my truck stereo and see how well they sound at an extreme volume. Needless to say, when the seventh track started off with a piano, I skipped it. Sorry, but piano's have no place in my truck. Later I realized it was Unforgiven III. Please, one wasn't enough? If you need a sequel, look no further than All Nightmare Long. As what could be construed as a follow up to Enter Sandman but on steroids -- forget the shit under your bed, it's in your head now. The thundering riffs are the merciless.
The entire disc seems to show the band rejuvenated. Riffs and solos, signature time changes and hammering drums are all over the place in true Metallica form, almost trying to make you forget about the last three releases. If there has to be a complaint about the disc, it would have to be that Jame's vocals are simply too clean. At times it appears like he is straining to deliver the anger. And in doing so, I think his voice actually cracks a couple of times. Songs like That Was Just Your Life and My Apocalypse seem to suffer a little at times during the rapid fire delivery of the lyrics because of this. It's kind of hard to take the pissed off attitude of the delivery seriously when it almost sounds like puberty is trying to reverse itself.
Bottom line is this: get the fuckin' thing. Turn it up, break off the knob, piss off the neighbors.