What review of a new Metallica album could be had without first firing a 21-gun salute over the body of St. Anger? So let’s get that out of the way– it certainly had its part to play, but what was it? It was like a vivid nightmare. Did we imagine it? It makes me feel existential and a little pissed off, like how I feel at a funeral; like life is long and mean and disorderly, and when it passes we feel like we barely knew it at all.
But it’s …