Point Depot, Wednesday, 9 October.
There's something very reassuring about seeing Metallica perform.
The world of music might have taken a U-turn in favour of electronics
and Brit-pop in the four years since they last played here, but
in the world of Metallica it's the same as it ever was.
True, Load is a lot looser than their previous recordings
and may have alienated a few die-hard heavy metal purists, but
those who decided to stay home in protest listening to their Burzum
records miss the whole point of this crazy rock n' roll circus.
Even if the explosions, pyrotechnics and collapsing towers
make you cringe, it is consolation enough to know that Metallica's
tongues are firmly in their collective cheek. Why else would they
open the show with the short sharp punk obscenity that is So
What with the lights still on? And a stab at Macarena
throughout the proceedings? They even set a roadie on fire for
the fun. Yeah, it's clear Metallica are taking themselves a lot
less seriously these days.
The new tracks were made for the live environment. Ain't
My Bitch, Hero of the Day and Until It Sleeps
sound fresh and crisp and are lapped up by the audience The biggest
cheers, however, are for the oldies. Time stands still for classics
like Seek and Destroy, For Whom the Bell Tolls and
Master of Puppets.
Thankfully the solos and singalongs are avoided, and the pairing
of the seldom heard Breadvan and Motorbreath is
a genius finale to a very loud, hot and sweaty show.
by Niall Byrne