Godfathers of Metal hardwire their past on first album in eight years.
THE GODFATHERS OF METAL THRILLINGLY SALUTE THEIR OWN LEGACY WITH FIRST STUDIO ALBUM IN EIGHT YEARS.
METALLICA HARDWIRED… TO SELF-DESTRUCT BLACKENED, OUT 18 NOVEMBER
For a long time, Metallica seemed satisfied to commit to anything but a follow-up to 2008’ s Death Magnetic. Delivering reissues, fan-curated tours, a Lou Reed collaboration, a $ 20 million 3D film and more besides, they seemed to enjoy indulging themselves. It should perhaps come as no surprise, then, that this long-overdue record follows suit. Spanning 12 tracks and two discs, Metallica’s 10th album is a love letter to their own history. In the beginning there was thrash metal, and that’s where Hardwired… To Self-Destruct starts. The opening title track and Atlas, Rise! are magnificent displays of power. From there, Now That We’re Dead revives the stadium stride of their Black Album-era before Moth Into Flame trashes celebrity culture and Dream No More invokes their familiar muse: HP Lovecraft’s mythical Cthulhu. By the time disc one wraps with the anthemic Halo On Fire, Metallica have already produced the excellent album expected of them. The question then becomes: how much Metallica is too much Metallica? The second disc certainly yields more enthralling moments, but could have done with a bit more editing in the case of Am I Savage?, bloated both in length and its unfolding concept of a familial werewolf curse. That sole misstep is soon forgotten when Spit Out The Bone closes proceedings. That it immediately establishes itself as one of their most aggressive songs in a storied career predicated on that very virtue is fitting. This is, after all, an album that sees Metallica extend their legacy by saluting it.
Listen To: Atlas, Rise! | Halo On Fire | Spit Out The Bone
OVER 12 TRACKS AND TWO DISCS, HARDWIRED... IS A LOVE LETTER TO METALLICA’S OWN HISTORY.
Metallica: someone’s been at the dental floss.