![]() In fact, Metallica had their bloodshot eyes clearly on the prize, and by 1985, they were musically telepathic and ready to be taken seriously. To anyone who witnessed the post-show carnage, this was a band with permanent double vision. “Just don’t hit our beers – they’re our fuel, man!” “We don’t mind you throwing shit up at the stage,” announced Hetfield at one show. Nobody expected these songs to infiltrate the 80s mainstream, though, not least the band themselves, whose ambition appeared to stretch little further than living up to their nickname, Alcoholica. For now, Metallica were not iconic, they were just moronic.Īt their best, the four musicians had obvious talent, with 1983’s Kill ’Em All and 1984’s Ride The Lightning home to such classics as Seek And Destroy and Creeping Death. They were a mash-up of every hateful quality of the mall-rats in their San Francisco headquarters. Two albums had put the quartet on the radar and club circuit, and now they gurned from the foothills of the rock press – all spots, vests, denim and hair like wet straw. A good joke, perhaps, but certainly not a band to be mentioned in the same sentence as ‘world domination’. (Image credit: Ross Marino / Retna Ltd./Retna Ltd./Corbis) The thing that should not be?īefore Master Of Puppets, Metallica were a joke. Robert Trujillo talks Jaco Pastorius, film-making and fingers Prev of 7 Next Prev of 7 Next Kirk Hammett and David Karon talk KHDK guitar pedals Lars Ulrich might have been the quotable mouthpiece and Cliff Burton the classically trained whizz, but when it came to Master Of Puppets, it was James Hetfield and Kirk Hammett who were pulling the strings. It’s the connoisseur’s choice: the perfect mix of poise and fury, with the best songs from the band’s greatest line-up. This third record is a line in the sand between the gutter and the stadiums, and, if we’re honest, the reason we kept faith during the double-dip of Load and ReLoad, tolerated the hook-ups with the orchestras and squinted for greatness in St Anger. The point is, they never made a better one. ![]() Sure, Puppets was enormous, but Metallica would make bigger albums. ![]() The statistics, as they might be viewed by a record label bean-counter, don’t do it justice. It was the kind of sleeve that stopped you in your tracks, but then Master Of Puppets was the kind of album that made time stand still. Rising from the rotten grass, bedecked with the kit of fallen soldiers, each one with a thin silk line rising to a pair of bloody hands in the scorched skies. ![]()
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