There was a time, not long ago, when the biggest bands were loud and angry virtuosic displays of guitar riffage played with screamable, trivial lyrics.
Now we get a bunch of people who can’t play instruments and “rock” bands that don’t actually rock. These headliners from New York City’s premiere summer music festival are a tragedy for anyone fond of that time not long ago (Nine Inch Nails is obviously fantastic – a true rock band led by a true rockstar – but their first album was released in 1989.):
Maybe you call this musical progress.
I don’t. I don’t, in fact, know of any music that can fill certain inner needs better than bands like Metallica. So when I noticed that Metallica had a movie that was well-received, I just had to see it.
One problem: Metallica: Through the Never is not a movie. It is a concert video with a very, very tiny story layered in between songs. There is basically no dialogue in these brief clips (30 seconds to three minutes) and nothing remotely compelling either in the plot or the nonsensical conclusion.
Now for a concert video, Metallica: Through the Never is pretty fantastic. And if that’s how it was pitched, that silly side story would have actually been pretty creative. But again, look at that Google film summary. I wasn’t crazy for thinking this was an actual movie, right?
Whatever this film was, it delivered an emotional effect via some of the best guitar riffs ever written. The song that most got me was “Nothing Else Matters,” a song decidedly out of step with the harderfasterlouder style I so adore about Metallica. That’s fine. There were also plenty of harderfasterlouder songs to satisfy my deepest needs in ways Alt-J never could.