Metallica
St.Anger

Let's state upfront that in recent years, Metallica has shown their worst side. The last truly listenable album remains unquestionably "The Black Album" with its final gems (of the river). "St. Anger" is not only an abomination of the post "Hetfield Amish Style" era but is also a hodgepodge of sounds with a setting that is too Nu for a RealMetallicaLover.

Robert Trujillo certainly cannot compete at all with our favorite Jason "Bull Neck" Newsted or the even more beloved Cliff. "Frantic" is not a track but rather the doorman on duty opening the doors to a terribly ridiculous post. Imagine the faces of those engaged in performing said track. (... ) Then we descend to the famous "St. Anger" which takes us into the depths of S. Quentin prison. The theme addressed is not at all trivial, even though Metallica proposed it in the marvelous "Ride The Lightning" (here they spoke directly about the material execution of a frying of human sweetbreads).

We find choruses absolutely devoid of meaning, almost as if trying to mimic a style that has never belonged to them. They are terribly angry, and Trujillo gives his worst. We quickly pass through all the tracks of the album, predictable and boring, to reach the conclusion that "St. Anger" is absolutely an album to own. Yes, because despite being terrible, it sold enough to once again launch, without any doubt, Metallica into the Olympus of Aged Rock Stars. Where has Hammett gone? Ulrich is still there, gritting his teeth.