When’s the last time you listened to Metallica? No, seriously, I mean lived, breathed and died that shit? Don’t feed me The Black Album, Load or St. Anger. That’s not living, man. That’s another band from a different ilk. What I’m referring to is when you had $10 cash in your pocket and the sticker on the front cover said, “Pay no more then $5.98.”
When’s the last time you got excited about heavy metal? Lemmy’s dead, but not forgotten. We have half of Slayer left and the rest of the Headbangers… Lets just say Hell’s not the same. Not in my wildest dreams did I think I would see Flying V’s and horns fly again.
Without my latest issue of Kerrang Magazine, nor my boombox loaded with Kill Em All, the only thing I have to confide in as I tear away the cellophane from my copy of Hardwired…to Self-Destruct is integrity and loyalty. Metal, after all, is a very loyal compound. Hetfield once admitted it was hard to write angry music when he was now happy. With a new focus, I believe he’s rekindled his youth and insight into the things that should not be.
Passion… this album is passionate with conviction and the truth that metal is not dead. Don’t give into anybody else’s musical selection just yet, my friend. When Metallica’s in the house, there’s still beer to drink and Hell to raise!
Review by Micha Leon Kite.
This is considered a review? There’s like two lines about the album. Trying to be the first review, clickbait bullshit
fuck kinda bullshit review is this.
I give your review 0/10
Did you need a breakdown of each song? I thought that open to the general public. Is my gut instinct wrong or are you insecure?