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Eight weeks later I regret nothing — except, perhaps, that the song "My Apocalypse" did not actually make me crap a baby donkey as promised, let alone one that can play guitar. (Which is not to say there weren't a few tense moments...) But Death Magnetic is a blistering album, easily capable of generating enthusiastic swearing and ridiculous whoops of glee in both long-time fans and neophytes. Gone are the self-confessional lyrics of St. Anger, gone are most of the modern rock/alternative frills of Load and ReLoad, and seemingly gone also is the ponderous weight of Metallica being Metallica.
Death Magnetic is the sound of a band finding the joy in being a band again. The first three songs on the album — "That Was Just Your Life," "The End of the Line" and "Broken, Beat and Scarred" — incinerate the past few years in a head-banging, ball-swanging riot of power riffs, shuffling time signatures and fists-flailing fury. By the time the album closes with the epic "My Apocalypse," it's clear that the much-debated "black album" Metallica was not, as many fans thought, the beginning of the end for this band; it was rather the end of the beginning. Even better, Death Magnetic is a promising start to a new chapter for Metallica.
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Standing in the center once again swinging the Hammer of Justice with both hands is guitarist Kirk Hammett. It's not as if he ever left the band, but St. Anger (in)famously excluded guitar solos (much to the regret of most Metallifans). Hammett's solos — bizarre, evocative, inventive, jaw-dropping — are the lifeblood of every great Metallica song. Death Magnetic is filthy with brilliant Hammett guitar work. He has restored the solo to its rightful place of glory, a fact in which he takes much pride.
"I think it goes without saying that the guitar solos were gonna be a given," Hammett laughs. "There was no discussion. When we started writing, it was just like, 'OK, time for a lead break here. Let's go!' There was no dialogue as to whether or not we would have guitar solos on this album. They would be back. Yeah."
Most of Hammett's leads began as fully composed pieces incorporating his interest in jazz- and blues-guitar theory (he regularly takes guitar classes and practices "at least 361 days a year"), but were quickly trashed. "[The composed solos] didn't jive with the feel of these songs, so I just said, All right, I'm throwing all this stuff away and I'm just gonna go for the jugular. I would be as spontaneous as I can in the studio."
The resulting solos crackle with that peculiar Hammett sensibility. On "Broken, Beat and Scarred," that means little snorts that break apart into squealing dive bombs. Just after the six-minute mark of "Suicide and Redemption," Hammett's guitar blurts out a strange stutter and chop, then leaps fearlessly into the teeth of the wah-wah panther for a quick knife-fight. It is most definitely the tits.
But Hammett is not just a preternaturally talented guitarist — he's been dabbling in voice acting, playing a few minor characters for Metalocalypse, most noticeably the Queen of Denmark in Season One's "Birthdayface" episode. Was that performance modeled on any specific Danes who drum for a certain band?
"Ahhh, no comment. You know what, I haven't had any comments come over from the peanut gallery, so you know, no news is good news," laughs Hammett, a touch nervously.
He's much more confident discussing the dissatisfaction of a vocal and quite irate segment of his own fan base: the people who believe the music on Death Magnetic is amazing, but the production of the album is botched. The gist of the argument is that the album is over-compressed: The music lacks dynamic range, and is marred further by harsh digital clipping, an undesireable noise introduced during mastering.
(Full disclosure: I've listened to the album a couple hundred times, easily, and I can't hear it. But my ears are damaged by years of high-volume metal. And the waveform graphs that fans have made shows how compressed the album is, so I believe they can hear it. But it honestly doesn't detract from my listening experience.)
Asked directly about the online clamor over clipping, and if he hears it, Hammett took less than half a second to gather his thoughts before speaking.
"Well, it's like this: There are people who just expect perfection from us," he says. "And I totally get that. And when it falls short of their standards of perfection, they're going to complain. And I totally get that, too. I do hear a bit of clipping here and there. It was more a Rick Rubin sort of decision rather than the band decision, because he thought it made it sound a little bit more lively and dynamic, and we kinda gave him the benefit of the doubt on that. And you know, to me, when I crank the album when I'm driving, it's not an issue for me. But then again — my ears are kinda fried, too, Bro."