Way back in the day, before they turned into perverse corporate parodies, Metallica were just some fuckedup fuckyouup dudes. They whip up their share of nonsense demon imagery, with song titles like The Four Horsemen and Phantom Lord, but there's punk swagger here, sounding like a band down in the gutters, more likely to club you with the cover's hammer than perform eldritch banishing rituals.
The guitars're showy, and the shock-lite subject matter hasn't aged all that well, but compared to most everything of the era there's a workman's precision to these songs. This is a factory full of sawblades and blast furnaces. This is where work gets done by dudes who will kick your ass - by the standards of the era, its downright credible. Throw in some legit chops, some wickedfast strumastrumastrumastruma, and some selectively chosen proggy structure kinks, it's almost enough to make you forget S&M ever happened 3.5/5
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