Metallica - Hardwired...To Self-Destruct CD2 - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Metallica released a new album. Actually, this could be finished, because we are talking about a group of such a scale that its new opus will inevitably attract the attention of all fans of real rock music, and everything else comes down to judgments like/did not like it. And in taste and color, as you know, there are no comrades.

Well, if you forget about the optionality of writing such reviews and its optional opinion, it is still the following: Metallica finally ended with throwing from experimentation to splashes of pure rage and returned to the format that made it my favorite group for such Many people, including those whose interests lie away from Metal. This is a trash-metal from the Gulf of San Francisco, as we recognized him in the early 80s with some modifications in the sound associated with new technologies, but in fact everything is the same.

The empty years of checkered shirts, attempts to keep up with the trend and alcoholism, which did not save from bitterness of disappointment, but only reinforcing it, remained behind. And I want to say: well, where is he, this is your grunge, who promised to end Metal? No, it’s better even in a biblical manner: a grunge, where is your sting? Rap, where is your victory? However, empty years cannot be deleted as not formers: the album discussed should be released in 1993. However, I had to wait much longer.

Speaking about the details, it should be noted that Hetfield vocals are again at the height, since he managed to cope with the injured fierce cries of vocal cords. The guitar game is beyond praise. I would like to note that the rhythm gitar of James on this album to listen is much more interesting than Solo Kirka, who has moved into a shadow, but, fortunately, did not disappear at all. Lars plays easier than once, but it doesn’t mean bad; His style is still recognizable for the Consideration of Light is comfortable, like home slippers for his legs.

The album is very good melodically: there are no passing things, although, of course, the material varies in quality. Well, here we can only talk about personal preferences, and this thing is unreliable. The compositions are quite long, but not because the musicians drive the same riff for a long time, but because it requires compositional development. By the way, Metallica again confirmed its unsurpassed ability to compose riffs, from which the hair becomes on end.

I fundamentally waited on November 18 to listen to the album on the day of the official release, restraining with the last forces and without listening to the MP3-shiks, walking over the network a week before. And my stoicism was rewarded: the album pleased not only with content, but also with sound. The fears were scattered that we would again hear the overloaded plastic sound and a pan, which immediately causes headache. No, everything is fine with the sound too.

Summing up, we can say: Metallica is again on a horse, it is relevant again, and the grunting of unknovers-wishers should not be noticed. As in the Chinese proverb: the caravan is coming, the toads spit after him.