I Can't Believe I'm About to Write This

The band whose greed single-handedly destroyed Napster has sucked me in again.

This is the same band that spent $40,000 a month on a con artist counselor to keep them together.

Few bands betrayed their street level roots so completely once going multi-platinum. Yet here we are. Metallica has finally managed to put out a record without the limiting production of Bob Rock. Rick Rubin has them churning out eight-minute speed metal epics again. Goofy jingoist videos aside, this sounds more like a return to form than a pastiche of old riffs .... except for "The Day That Never Comes." The lead single is the worst tune revealed so far. The ending turns into "One."