When I confessed last week to my ropey heavy metal past, I thought that it was something that I had long since put behind me. I am discovering that this is, in fact, not the case: it seems that once a heavy metal fan, always a heavy metal fan.
It started when I caught the Metallica documentary “Some Kind of Monster” on tv last week. The programme invites you to laugh at the real life Spinal Tap. A band so lost that they have a $40,000 a month shrink on their payroll and spend their time sitting around a table in their studio writing mission statements and talking about their feelings, not creating brain-meltingly loud rock music. I think you’re supposed to shake your head and laugh at them – and I did. I also went straight up to my CD collection at the end of the film, dug out the “Black Album” and “Ride The Lightning” and spent the next few days marvelling at what brilliant songs “Enter Sandman”, “Sad But True” and “Trapped Under Ice” are, wondering what happened to all my other Metallica albums and if I still only had them on cassette.
Thanks to a certain someone, this is no longer the case, and so I will be able to spend much of the weekend softening my brain with songs like “Battery”, “Seek & Destroy” and “Harvester of Sorrow”.
My name is ST and I’m a metal head.
.... although, having said that, I am currently listening to “Daisies of the Galaxy” by the Eels, and I’m especially enjoying the song “I Like Birds” which is probably about as far from Metallica as you can get.
“If you’re small and on a search
I’ve got a feeder for you to perch on”
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