But in the decade or so after The Black Album , it began to seem like Metallica had moved on from hazing their new bassist—you could, after all, actually hear his instrument this time around—to directly hazing their fans. In , they toured with Kid Rock—who has always been Post-Good—and even had him fill in as their lead singer a few times. They capped off this historic run with St. Anger , their record that sounded like what would happen if Tony Robbins made a nu-metal album about sobriety which contained zero guitar solos and drums that sounded like trash cans.
All of this adds up to one thing, and one thing only: the conclusion, among millions of people, that Metallica went from a band that rocked ass to a band that sucked ass. Instead, it has more to do with the perception that Metallica started sucking, which at this point is so widely believed that it has basically become true. When it comes to fandom at least, hate is a far stronger emotion than love, and it seems like the further Metallica has drifted from its roots, the more incredulous the world has become that this group of sell-outs and lame-os could have once made such perfect, untouchable music.
I have no doubt that history will one day be kind to Post-Good Metallica, for I have already begun the process. And as more and more lame-asses and false metal fans including, I guess, me start getting into Good Metallica, perhaps it is only inevitable that the devout will react by embracing Bad Metallica, and all the things so eminently hateable about that version of the band—the haircuts, the drum sounds, the Ja Rule—will cease to be fuel for the anti-Metallica fire, and instead tests of true loyalty to the cause.
Drew Millard is a dog owner and freelance writer who covers music, culture, politics, and crime. View the discussion thread. Skip to main content. His lyrics are no less intense. There is rarely a flare of optimism or ecstasy; instead, these songs express boundless paranoia about being rendered inert, or lied to, or ignored.
Delicacy and sweetness are supplicating, but true fury is profound. It contains its own seriousness and beauty. Interestingly, fifteen years after Burton was killed, Metallica would once again be without a bassist.
In January of , Newsted acrimoniously departed the group. Around the same time, Metallica agreed to let the directors Joe Berlinger and Bruce Sinofsky make a film about them. It is excruciating to watch them work. The band is wounded, paralyzed, stuck. What does it feel like to have both your success and your self-conception so dependent on the whims of two other dudes?
Hammett, who has curly black hair and likes to ride horses around his ranch, is a serene and mollifying presence. Hetfield was deep in the haze of addiction. One day, he abruptly disappears and enters a rehabilitation program. Torben gathers his cascading gray beard in his hands. Hetfield eventually returns—he will now work only until 4 P. They started the band when they were just eighteen. They toss the word back and forth as if it were a poison dart.
American culture has long indulged and excused the anger and confusion of young white men, which makes it especially easy to be dismissive of angry young white men now. But then I realized: I'm a ranting ex-fan of Metallica myself, and now I know that there are plenty of others like me out there. We received a good number of entries and almost all of them were from males between the ages of 25 and In other words, the group of disaffected guys who relied upon "Hit the Lights" and "Battery" to cope with the agonies of high-school jocks.
Some writers were younger. One year-old bemoaned the respect for Metallica he "lost long ago. It was that group of guys that attached most faithfully to Metallica and their anti-authoritarian promise, and thus, that same group seems to feel the most betrayed by a sense that a once-unassailable bastion of integrity has bowed to greed and mediocrity. And betrayal can lead to some strong words. Here's how it worked. The entries came in and the Weekly editorial staff scored each one.
Those with the highest scores won. All entries are reprinted as received. This entry was the first to come in, the simplest to understand and the best of the batch. From the moment it clicked into the Inbox, it was the front-runner. Unsurprisingly, it garnered a strong reaction from everyone. A couple people despised it; everyone else loved it.
Why does Metallica suck? May all who find my reason unjustified hear the aforementioned song with extreme precaution. To those who have had the misfortune of hearing the track the final one on Swizz Beatz's album "G. Stories" I figure no explanation is necessary. The way Meyer gets to the heart of the matter is ingenious. Without disparaging hip-hop as a whole or getting into nasty cross-genre warfare, this brief essay -- a koan, really -- lays bare the fact that Metallica's slut-easy willingness to collaborate with such middling talents as Ja Rule just because they're "down" is a prime indicator of how low the group has fallen.
Should Metallica hate rap? But should they make rap records? Good work Curtis. Again, a wide variety of grades for this piece. Some people gave it a three on our scale to 10, others were so pleased with they gave it a nine. Yes, they cut their hair. Yes, they wear makeup. And yes, they tour with cock-monkey bands.
However, the real reason Metallica sucks is that they have grown tired of metal and hungry for money. Sure, they used to rock the fucking balls off your parents' house when you played them in '86, but the double-bass drums sound softer when they're filled with cash. I can picture Lars and his lawyers rolling nude in piles of money, laughing at the dickholes that are still willing to pay top dollar for their symphony-remixes of the same old shit.
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