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Rating: Unforgettable evening last Thursday. An indescribable, fabulous show, worthy of the name Metallica.
It’s quite cold, the temperature hovers around 2-3 degrees. I arrive in Casalecchio di Reno with my three adventure companions around 18:00, and we line up at the jam-packed entrance 6. After various adventures, including two bottles of vodka (lemon and peach, just to mix things up), several "fumogeni" and terrible crowd control, we enter the arena around 20:30, missing a good part of the opening act, Godsmack.
Eddy Sulla's band puts on a good performance, warming up the crowd with a hard and sick sound. The light show and the tribal finale with two rotating 360-degree drums are the real highlights of the show. The singer launches a true pro-Metallica campaign and manages to amaze with his raspy voice. Without a doubt, a good band.
But now, let's cut to the chase!!!
I make my way with the group, managing to get about fifteen meters from the stage, near the first pit. I can see quite well, and the stage setup is from the Sanitarium Tour with the “St.anger” style skulls.
The Palamalaguti is possibly more crowded than ever: the stands are full, and the floor is over 3/4 filled.
The usual start with “The ecstasy of gold” warms up the voices of those present.
The insistent guitar riff of “Blackened” is heard, and the apocalypse begins...
At the first drum beat, the spotlight shines on a dominant Ulrich (with a noticeable beer belly), and gradually, the other horsemen appear. An unbelievable moshpit envelops the attendees, and the sharp song brandishes everything else.
“Gimme fuel, gimme fire, gimme that which I desire” and so begins the charging “Fuel”.
“Kill’em all” is evoked by the great Hetfield, and “Seek and destroy” is the right penance.
The first ballad is “Fade to black,” which live with lighters lit is a show in itself.
The new album's tracks are starting. First, the poignant “Frantic” and then the less followed “Dirty Window” with the new solo devised by Hammet.
“Sad but true” is a break between the new songs. As expected, given the setlists of the concerts held in Europe in previous days, “The Unnamed Feeling” is performed by the quartet, more in shape than ever.
A great song featuring a furious and thunderous James.
The metal masses, however, are not at all satisfied and wait for the past to return to shake them up again. And here comes a trio any metal lover dreams of. “Harvester of sorrow” with stop-and-go accompanied by the wave inspires dreams (and moshing). Hetfield is a true god, massive and fierce. True madness ensues when the so-called “little song” “Master of puppets” begins.
Satisfied? No, dear ones... the shadows enter the venue as furious “Battery” explodes. The air is warm; if you look up, you notice a real haze of smoke mixed with sweat and general stench.
Small break, very much needed.
It resumes with “St.anger”. The crowd sings and moshes, even though it's not exactly beloved as a song.
Another ballad, but this time the surprise is great. Lars takes the guitar, Kirk the drums. “Nothing else matters” begins, preceded by a memorable duet. “Creeping Death” starts, and the crowd goes wild. It's impressive how the audience moshes almost incessantly throughout the concert.
Another break and then...
Gunshots and warlike noises are heard. It is her, the queen of ballads: “One”, simply magnificent! I feel strong emotions, almost unique. My heart pounds intensely, and I feel chills going up my spine. Something impossible to describe.
It continues. Metallica wreaks havoc, and on stage, they are masters, even managing to joke around. Trujillo mimics and jumps from side to side, dragging the rest of the crew. “Enter Sandman” proves deadly as shouted by everyone and performed at full throttle (I even got hit by a nasty elbow)! Tons of applause seems to conclude the evening.
But no!!
“Am I evil?” and subsequently “Hit the lights” magnificently conclude the concert. The applause is overwhelming, and we are all standing (we already were..) to thank the band.
I'm exhausted and drenched in sweat. I have no voice, I'm incredibly thirsty, and I begin to feel in my back and arms the effects of the crazy moshing. I also caught a chill because I went out wearing the short-sleeved Metallica t-shirt (smart, right?).
But the important thing is that the Palamalaguti crumbled under the fiery notes of the four horsemen of the apocalypse, back from hell to devastate the world and to still offer indescribable emotions.
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