Metallica
Master of Puppets

THE REVIEW

A dark arpeggio followed by an explosion of devastating riffs. This is just the beginning... leading us to a blistering guitar solo, explaining to us the speed at which the "Battery" is set off.
We are at the second episode. The first of beauty, power, technique, speed, majesty. It's almost foolish to call it a "title-track." It can be defined as a masterpiece on its own. Eight unforgettable minutes, which have made metal history, are making it and will continue to do so. An artistic composition never before present in any album. A cruel but truthful jewel, unfortunately. Melodious, moving, and pounding. Pounding as it is fitting for the most beautiful thrash metal song in the world. The song to understand what music is, to understand how life goes, to understand what role we have, to understand who Hetfield, Ulrich, Hammet, and Burton were, to understand who the true METALLICA were.
The pretentious "The Thing That Not Should Be," which repeats the same damned riff, referring to the works of H.P. Lovercraft.
The "ballad" of the album that starts sad and symphonic only to lapse into a moderate ferocity, but always "metallica." "Welcome Home. Sanitarium" is simply this.
"Disposable Heroes," with an imposing grandiosity never out of place, the absolute speed and the cruelty of a general ordering the sacrifice of the cowards, of little use in war.
The sixth track, opened by six "bars," advances powerful and sharp like a military march, almost shrewd, with its demand for time, brought forth by a "Leper Messiah."
Apotheosis of technique, it arrives slowly and emerges arrogant: it is "Orion," technically and emotionally one of the most beautiful songs ever made. Instrumental, but moving. Its rhythmic base, impossible not to love, performed in a perfect and fierce way, leading us to the oblivion of emotion. Wonderful riffs and melodies performed and composed by true geniuses, transporting anyone into the immense universe, until reaching that constellation as dear as it is important to Cliff.
The mouth of anger is "Damage Inc.," which takes on the most intense aspects of true thrash metal: the complete demolition of any sonic barrier.

This is Master of Puppets, the most famous, best-selling, most significant, most beautiful, most representative, most real, most cruel album. With its cover and its lyrics, inspired by war, sad, real, and sarcastic. Created by "four horsemen," the true and only ones.
The last album of "pure" thrash metal. The last where money was not yet thought of, but only the desire to make music. The album where Lars, James, Kirk, and Cliff play in an unrepeatable way. The last where there was the pleasure of listening to a great composer like Cliff Lee Burton, who died before having the chance to become the greatest bassist in the world.
Simply the greatest masterpiece of Metallica...

"COME CRAWLING FASTER / OBEY YOUR MASTER / YOUR LIFE BURNS FASTER / 0BEY YOUR MASTER / MASTER / MASTER OF PUPPETS I'M PULLING YOUR STRINGS / TWISTING YOUR MIND AND SMASHING YOUR DREAMS / BLINDED BY ME, YOU CAN'T SEE A THING / JUST CALL MY NAME, CAUSE I'LL HEAR YOU SCREAM / MASTER / MASTER / JUST CALL MY NAME, CAUSE I'LL HEAR YOU SCREAM / MASTER / MASTER..."