It
has been many years since I last saw Metallica, back in 96 I think
it was in the Point Depot, Dublin. The famous figure of eight stage
show. The band were at a huge commercial peak, the black album having
broken them through to a larger audience, and now the new slick Load
album taking them ever closer to the mainstream. Those who remembered
Metallica when they were the kings of the underground felt they had
lost the band, and the covers album and orchestral experiment of the
years between then and now did nothing to belie that feeling.
It
was a rather surprised crowd then that turned up at the RDS. The
new album had surprised everybody with its brutal non-produced punk
edge, its pure metal riffs, its eschewing of guitar solos and anything
that even slightly resembled a ballad. The album sounded like nothing
other than the follow up to "And Justice For All", like
the 15 odd years of shiny videos, shiny clothes and shiny eyeliner
had never happened. So how could Metallica marry this reborn underground
sound to their big stadium shows built around the power-balladry
of "Until It Sleeps" or "The Unforgiven"? Simple
really when you think about it, pretend the whole Load, Re-load,
sparkly spandex rock star phase never even happened, and instead
pulverise the entire 35,000 crowd into submission with brutal slab
after brutal slab of totally timeless classic metal.
The
band opened with a three strike salvo of sheer metal brilliance,
Battery, Master of Puppets, Harvester of Sorrow. This was delivered
with utter commitment and ferocity with hardly a word exchanged.
You just can't argue with an opening triplet of that quality and
from then on in the crowd were entirely on Metallica's side. But
that
didn't mean they were going to let up on the gas, following after
a brief hello with two more total classics. Welcome Home (Sanitarium)
was the first of these, the third Puppet's song, and was greeted
with an almighty cheer. Judging from this cheer and the amount of
tee-shirts around the crowd Puppets is still definitely the hardcore
fan's, both young and old, favourite album. For Whom the Bell Tolls
followed and by this stage myself and all around were delirious
with the choice of material being aired.
The
thorny subject of the new album was finally broached by Hetfield
prior to the band playing the only two tracks to be aired from it
tonight, sandwiched either side of the monstrous Sad But True. Both
Frantic and St Anger sounded great live, extremely heavy. Both fitted
into the set easily and should be there for years to come. But this
is my only complaint of the night; these are the only two new songs
played, why? I mean come on, surely Metallica haven't yet reached
that AC/DC or Rolling Stones stage where it's just the hits and
two songs off the new album. What about the brilliant old school
Purify or the belligerent Dirty Window?
But
despite a lack of new album material the band were determined to
keep it heavy rounding off the first set with two classic Kill 'Em
All tracks and finally Blackened, the highlight of the night. Such
a brilliant and typical Tallica classic made all the more impressive
by the huge erupting fire pots that detonated throughout.
The
first encore opened with Fuel, the only Load/Re-load track played
the whole night, before Lars tried his hand at guitar for the opening
chords of Nothing Else Matters. He was predictably bad. Nothing
Else Matters was the only let up all night from full on metal, and
gave the crowd a chance to do the old lighter thing, which still
looks completely out of place at a Tallica show. Creeping Death
then slayed the entire audience before the band disappeared again.
They returned a final time for this tour's usual encore of One and
Sandman, both lapped up in abundance. That was the band finished
and they remained behind only to speak to the crowd, despite the
calls for Whiskey In The Jar, which I'm glad they didn't play (alright
I know it was Lynott's Birthday but fuck it, Metallica aren't a
shitty cabaret act).
Metallica
then keep it real by concentrating on the old shit and ignoring
the majority of their MTV friendly 90s output. Where does that place
them then, when the powers that be had them pigeonholed as the friendly
sellable face of proper metal and they go and throw a spanner in
the works by effectively heading back down an underground path?
Who knows and who really cares. As long as shows like this keep
happening and Albums like St Anger keep getting made people will
keep taking an interest.
What
about the support acts I hear you cry, well, sorry, but both were
absolutely, abysmally, diabolically,unspeakably
shite
Reviewed
by Duck
SET LIST
BATTERY
MASTER OF PUPPETS
HARVESTER OF SORROW
WELCOME HOME (SANITARIUM)
FOR WHOM THE BELL TOLLS
FRANTIC
SAD BUT TRUE
ST. ANGER
NO REMORSE
SEEK AND DESTROY
BLACKENED
FUEL
NOTHING ELSE MATTERS
CREEPING DEATH
ONE
ENTER SANDMAN
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