Death Magnetic

samlikesrock

Milo

metacritic

rollingstone

In the Eighties, thrash metal wasn't a scene, it was an arms race: riffs kept speeding up, drum kits got bigger. But with 1991's Black Album, Metallica opted for unilateral disarmament, slowing their tempos, shortening their songs and smelting their chugging guitars and piston-powered drums into armor-plated pop hooks. After that, the band rushed from […]

pitchfork

After more than a decade's worth of critical and public relations missteps, the world's biggest-- and at one time, best-- metal band tries to recapture its former glory on this Rick Rubin-produced album. In the real world, it's called a midlife crisis.