I have a long and storied past with being a Metallica fan. In 1986 I bought Master Of Puppets on tape. I walked out of the music place, got in my car, put the tape in my tape deck and started driving being aurally assaulted by the opening song, “Battery.” I sold that tape at a loss to my friend that same day who thought I was crazy. I just didn’t get it. I was from the Def Leppard school of “heavy metal” so the utter viciousness of Metallica simply sounded like so much noise.
Fast forward 2 years. I’d just graduated from high school and was in Washington DC with a good friend celebrating. We went to the Monsters Of Rock concert at JFK Arena and were roughly as far from the stage as we could get without being outside. For those uninitiated, the Monsters Of Rock tour brought together the likes of Kings X, Metallica, Dokken, The Scorpions, and Van Halen for an all-day marathon. So, enter Metallica. The crowd and two of the friends (two more came up to DC with us just for the concert) with me loved them. I sat and mocked them. “The only thing I can hear is Kirk’s guitar.” That should show you how much I knew, as most likely it was James that was prominent. Strike two.
Somehow, in some way the influence of those two friends over the next few years got me to a point where I liked Metallica. As a guitarist, I started appreciating the skill it took to do the things they were doing on guitar. Pieces of the arrangements — like the truly stunning little interlude in the song “Master Of Puppets” — showed me that there was more to their music than just unrelenting mayhem and seemingly uncontrolled noise. Actually, far from being uncontrolled they really are extremely tight which is hard to appreciate at first.
I’m not one of the infamous “Black Album haters.” I think it has some very good work on it and there are some songs that I enjoy to this day. However, I am one of those fans that started losing interest, and doing it quickly at that, with the release of Load. Concerning their most-recent release, St. Anger, well… I’ll let my initial comments speak for themselves.
The Documentary
Metallica being Metallica apparently can’t resist having their every move recorded for posterity. You could perhaps consider that unfair, but between the A Year And A Half In The Life Of… video set covering the recording sessions and subsequent tour of The Black Album and now this new thing that I hear about, Some Kind Of Monster I have a bit of proof on my side. I enjoyed the previous one a great deal but then I was a pretty big fan. I’ve since cooled, so I wasn’t too keen on seeing Some Kind Of Monster honestly. Then I started hearing things about it. Things that said that maybe this wasn’t the typical self-aggrandizing style of production.
And it’s true. This video is not “Sex, Drugs, And Rock and Roll in the studio.” It’s a vision of a band on the verge of collapse, a depiction of a group of people trying to overcome years of a certain status quo that simply wasn’t working for them any more. It shows trials and frustrations and genuine weaknesses in people that, especially in James’ case, we as outsiders never really suspected or imagined. I was really amazed that Metallica wanted to have these deeply personal interactions shown.
A few things verge on the tragic. They hire one of those personal coach types of people, the scharmy “thank you for sharing that, James” kind of guy to the tune of $40,000 a month to help them in their interpersonal relationships and other things that are getting in the way of their creativity. This guy is with them for over 700 days, so you do the math on that. The amount of dependence on this relationship that the filmmakers conveyed was rather astonishing, with James at one point admitting there was a bit of the “father figure” type of feel for him, and then with Lars admitting that they were just about to tell him that they were going to start cutting back on their time with him but that they then backed away from that because of the fear that developed. Toward the end there’s a bit of an awakening that seems to take place on the part of James and Lars and the relationship takes a different turn, but it’s still hard to imagine Metallica being so reliant on anyone.
The meeting between Lars and Dave Mustane was incredible. I can’t imagine the complex relationships between James, Lars and Dave, but that scene was intense. Imagine feeling like a failure for nearly 20 years because you got kicked out of Metallica, despite having your own extremely successful band. As successful as Metallica? No, not on your life. But successful in its own right. But Dave still apparently harbors some pretty extreme resentment which definitely comes through.
I thought Lars’ father was a total hoot. Here’s this bearded, thin Swedish guy, relatively soft-spoken but definitely aware. Watching him listen to the possible cuts for the album when things start to fall apart — apparently there were some pretty good tracks and some relatively weaker ones — was priceless. There’s one shot where his eyes kind of cut over to Lars as if to say “really?” He’s honest, not even brutally honest, but his words had the impact of a freight train. And, honestly, he was right. As was the Q Prime guy who came in and basically said “you’ve got 4 good tracks and the rest simply aren’t.” Again, I haven’t heard the album aside from the one song that played on the radio, but even that song didn’t hit me right. I heard some things in the video that had some of that Metallica feel and some other stuff that had me wincing.
If you’re looking for a Rock documentary, this isn’t necessarily your thing. I think that’s a compliment, personally. If you’re looking to see what it’s like to have almost unimaginable success and have that success start slipping through your fingers, or to see real people with real problems having real relationships and trying to find a way to keep everything together, this is definitely your thing.
I may even have to give St. Anger a listen now that I know what went into it.