Album Review
Metallica - Hardwired... To Self-Destruct
Do you remember that scene in 'I'm Alan Partridge'? The one where Alan is dancing around his caravan playing air bass to the Gary Numan song 'Music For Chameleons', looking all the world like a man who believes he is truly on the stage playing to literally tens of people.
Well, in 1999, in my bedroom, I was doing a more uncoordinated, and some how more embarrassing version of 'The Alan' as I listened to the first Metallica music I had owned, heard and enjoyed "...and justice for all".
A lack of understanding of the relatively new Napster and the world of file sharing combined with no friends having any of Metallica's music meant that my knowledge of 'tallica was stricken to the teenage calling card of Kerrang! And the hope that they might include a song on one of the compilations they sometimes gave away with the magazine (Lars giving away music for free? I did say I was lacking in file sharing knowledge).
The closest my local library's CD collection came was Megadeth's 'Cryptic Writings', and with a cover as bad as that, there was no way I was going to spend the 50p it cost to take it out for a week.
No, I was simply aware that a lot of people liked them, and the recently released 'Garage Inc' received heavy coverage in the aforementioned teenage rock bible.
So, a week after my birthday (16, a fully fledged adult in my eyes) and with £15 still burning a hole in my trackie bottoms, which I wished were a pair of DDs the cool skaters in Manchester Piccadilly wore, I was whisked away to Cheshire Oaks, Cheshire premier outlet retail park (resembling Alan Partridge again right now). Well, I say whisked, I mean my parents were going, and I had £15 so jumped in the car.
When I saw a large Virgin Music store in the park as we were leaving, I was in there as quick as Geoffrey Boycott claiming the action which he just saw, he had clearly predicted earlier in the day.
Browsing the metal section, I picked up 'Garage Inc'. £22. Devastated. I've already had an extra £2 off my dad to buy a bag of broken chocolates from the Cadbury store, there is more chance of Manchester having a 2 day summer than me getting another £7 while I have money in my pocket. Disappointed but determined, I rifle through the rest of the Metallica section.
An album with a black cover, £17.
An album with a load of crosses, £17.
An awesome looking album with what likes like fire made from water on the cover, £17.
Eureka, an album with a white cover and a women on the front, £14, within my budget, also, another one! This with a hammer and blood on the cover, £14. I've gone from nothing to buy, to a decision to make in mere seconds. Knowing I was expected back outside in 5 minutes, and a queue suggesting that the Virgin Music retail business is going to thrive well into the next century, I decide quickly on the white album, simply because the other one looks significantly lower budget (I wasn't right on much at this age, but this one I nailed).
Back in the car, with my new album in a red and black Virgin bag, I immediately started to struggle with the terrible clear sticky plastic security tag on the CD, being a serial nail biter, it causes me significantly more trouble that it should, eventually, resulting in me asking my mum for her keys.
Once opened, I start to read every word intently, hoping to absorb some of the music directly from the page, even finding out exactly which members of Metallica touring crew they specifically wanted to thank, and wondering who the hell this Burton guy is who wrote the lyrics to one of the songs but isn't in the band. After 20 minutes of furiously studying the booklet, car sickness takes hold, so away with the booklet, and I spend the rest of the journey staring out the window thinking that one day, I'm going to make a music video, which is just a camera looking out of a car window. Genius.
Once home, I place my spanking new CD into my 3 CD changer stereo system (yep, 3 CD changer. 3 whole albums in a single one foot squared box. Who could have imagined that) and spend approximately the next 3 weeks listening to nothing but Metallica at their furious best.
This was a big moment in my music history, I had met Metallica, and I had met them very well indeed.
The following months began a collection of Metallica CD's from saving my spends including Puppets, the black album and Load. Curiously not Garage Inc for quite a number of years, the £22 price tag obviously did a number on my subconscious.
Birth, School, Metallica, Death as the shirt says. I had now entered part 3.
Not all album reviews I write will have an intro this long. In fact, practically no one will have a foreword to the review such as this. But then, not all bands are Metallica.
So onto the review.
This is not simply Death Magnetic Part 2. How attractive it must have been to them to be able to stick to what they did last time, avoid all the St. Anger/Lulu hate and put out another solid album, receive moderate critical acclaim, sell a bucket load, and tour the world with the fanatical support lapping up every note they play.
But if death magnetic was Metallica finding their footing once again, then Hardwired... To Self-Destruct is Metallica striding confidently through the dust of the St.Anger/Lulu cloud of darkness which surrounded them.
Not that the album is a classic, or without its pitfalls, but we have been given an album which at worse is as good as Death Magnetic, but at its best, is Metallica. And that's the highest acclaim a metal band can receive.
The album starts off in a frenzy of Lars drumming and Hetfield riffs in the title track, and, slightly cringe worthy lyrics aside, sets off at a breakneck speed with the rapacity of the band attempting to exhaust the crowd in the obvious opening track of the live show during the forthcoming Hardwired tour.
Atlas, Rise! Throws a myriad of riffs at the listener, veering from classic sounding Metallica to classic sounding Iron Maiden seamlessly, and is an early high point on the album, including a cacophony of solos to entirely make us forget that they once released an album without a single solo on it.
Now That We're Dead thankfully slows the pace from breakneck speed, 21 years old most of the crowd are not anymore, and will need a breather while watching.
Moth into the Flame brings the pace back up, into another one of the album highlights, before we hit the first disappointing track on the album in Dream No More. Not that it is in itself a bad song, but compared to the songs before, the mid-paced plodding along feels much more Re-Load than anything else herein.
The disappointment is short lived however, as immediately we hit the stand out song on the album, impressive lead guitar throughout, coupled with Hetfield putting in one some of the best singing we never knew he could do, Halo of Fire weaves together all the best parts of Metallica into an unstoppable epic ending to CD1.
Phew.
CD2 kicks off in a strikingly similar style as CD1, with an impending drum lead riff to start things off, and the opening track Confusion doesn't disappoint, with the subject matter dealing with PTSD, they manage to get across the message in a suitably intense and uncomfortable six minutes, if there is one thing Metallica have always done well, it's translating emotions from war and conflict into their music.
ManUNkind takes us back to similar territory to Dream No More, another mid paced grinder which probably would have been a great track on a post album EP like Beyond Magnetic, however, surrounded by the quality on the album, feels disappointing. This doesn't last long however, as we are immediately catapulted back into quality with Here Comes Revenge, which is a 7 minute rolling adventure revolving around an excellent riff, and supported by a cast of great lyrics and vocals.
Am I Savage? Although disappointing that it isn't an ode to Macho Man Randy Savage, shows the other disappointing mid paced songs on the album how it's done. The riff has groove, the vocals are indeed Savage, and it's topped off with some fine lead guitar courtesy of Mr Hammett. This leads us into the outstanding final one-two punch of Murder One and Spit Out The Bone. Murder One spends almost 6 minutes building from its clean picking start to a barrel of fury, barely contained within the confines of your ear drums, which soon comes to an end as soon as Spit Out The Bone takes over. A pure thrash song, a riff at eye watering speed and gun shot drumming immediately send Metallica back 33 years to San Francisco, applying hair spray to their mullets and head banging along to the fastest riffs they could muster. Pure hook line on the chorus forces any thrash fan to have a Cheshire Cat sized grin on their face while listening. Even Robert Trujillo is allowed a moment to shine while the guitars cut out and he is left alone to keep the thrash train on the track. Some absolute classic Kirk Work and double kick drum finishes off the song, and the album, in a manic and marvellous style, with just enough time for one more ride around the chorus. A thoroughly enjoyable experience.
The "Deluxe" version comes with a bonus CD, with some interesting additions, a new version of Lords of Summer, which has been trimmed by over a minute from the original version we heard in 2014, and it sounds much better in this environment, not essential but a decent song. A medley of Rainbow covers, which is nice for the Dio fans in us (who wouldn't want to hear Metallica playing Stargazer?), a cover of deep purples When a Blind Man Cries which allows Hetfield to open his pipes as wide as he can, and an Iron Maiden cover of Remember Tomorrow, which feels especially appropriate given the amount of Maiden sounding riffs thought out the album.
The bonus CD finishes off with a selection of Live tracks, including another cover, the classic Diamond Head track Helpless we first heard on Garage Inc, the live songs are a nice addition, but it's nothing most Metallica fans haven't heard many times and will probably be consigned to being a listen-once-and-ignore bunch of songs, it's the studio tracks which really give the bonus disc some value here.
It's fair to say this is a good Metallica album. Is it a great album? No, it could have done with a little executive pruning of a couple of songs, and a single 8-10 track album would have been a fantastic release, the additional tracks which don't quite hit the high notes bring the album down a little, but it's still the best studio Metallica have released since the Black Album 25 years ago, even surpassing the surprisingly good Death Magnetic album. This album is everything you could have hoped for.
5 years between St.Anger and Death Magnetic. 6 years between Death Magnetic and Hardwired. Don't keep us waiting 7 years for the next album eh lads. And get bloody touring while you're at it.
Birth. School. Metallica. Death.
I'm still rocking part 3.
Rating - 8/10
KC