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Rating: Explain to me why I should get a headache from listening to a CD. Explain to me why after less than 5 minutes, I wanted to close the site where it was possible to stream all of "Lulu." And explain to me why an epic collaboration featuring Lou Reed and Metallica should disappoint me so much.
Take a scandalous theatrical tragedy for an early twentieth-century society, take a pounding and repetitive melody and let it last for 3 or 5 minutes and, in some cases, extend it to 11 minutes. Add in the offbeat and uncoordinated voice of a Lou Reed who is just managing to stand with the weight of the guitar on "Che tempo che fa." And then sum up after consuming the opera's epilogue, "Junior Dad": about 19 minutes of stasis crowned by a droning and motionless string tail of a full 8 minutes. You have obtained the much-anticipated CD by both fan clubs.
The result is disappointing, I don't think the human ear is ready for this outrage. With all due respect to Lou Reed (I don't consider myself a die-hard fan, but he is Rock History too) and to Metallica (always more on the decline). I know that if I encountered them in person, I would react worse than Fabio Fazio did on November 13 (stumbling over words and a voice trembling with emotion). In that case, I would most likely start screaming, tearing my hair out. The past cannot be forgotten.
But the present work is poor, lacking in imagination, not engaging as it should be, and frankly (among the new releases for November) I prefer to side with the enemy: Mustaine and co. have brought out an album worthy of note from beginning to end, an excellent job. For a long time now, Metallica has been outperformed by their arch-enemies, Megadeth, perhaps being somewhat aware of the fact that they're coming up with rubbish after rubbish: during concerts, in fact, they offer songs from when Metallica was Metallica (think "Jump In The Fire," think "Seek And Destroy," the days of "Master Of Puppets" or "One") and not yet this boring surrogate (think "Death Magnetic," think "Unforgiven 3").
It doesn't work, it definitely doesn't work. Perhaps the only one out of 10 tracks that is somewhat salvageable (but not even that much) is "Iced Honey," although it is also decidedly repetitive.
Everything else is boredom.
Moreover, I say that it will take me years to try to understand exactly what Hetfield means in the first single "The View" with the epic win line "I am the table."
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