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"We're so fucked. Shit Outta Luck. Hardwird to Self-Destruct (approximate translation: “We are khan. Nestirukha Pi *** c. Programmed for self-destruction”). Such words sound in the chorus of the Hardwird room , which opens up a new one, either the tenth, or the thirteenth (if you consider the double collection of the Cavers, the rewriting of their own old songs with a symphonic orchestra and a plate with Lou Reed ), the album of the Metallica group. It seems to be a normal situation for a group of severe rock - the chopped straightforwardness of the statement, the impudent non -normative vocabulary, nihilist poetry of self -destruction, all that. If you look through the list of songs of the new record, then the familiar conversation continues there. Flame, confusion, dead. Revenge, murder, bone. Fire, come with me.

That's just these songs number one, but also in the headline of the album “ Hardwird ... to Self -Destruct”, the words- not true- is not true. Metallica - the third group in the history of the number of plates sold, the total personal capital of the participants of which inexorably crawls to the mark of half a billion dollars - enjoys creative and financial freedom, accessible only to the limited number of ordinary mortals. They have enough resource to carry out almost any idea that will embroider in their graying heads. A two -day music festival with a linap four -dozen groups long? A concert film in 3D with a separate artistic component, going out in cinemas? Own film crew, daily fastening professionally withdrawn and mounted reports from each concert of a two -year round on your own channel on YouTube ? Clip for every song from the album on which their dozen? Easy to. Please. Keep. Many day residences at the largest stadiums of the planet, headliner slots at the most famous festivals, the annual “ Metallica Day” in the park in San Francisco-millions of people around the planet, I think, would not mind that their immodest was embodied in a similar way.

What then does James Hatfield mean when he shouts tensely “ We ' Ro Fucked ” ? Perhaps we are talking about the creative searches with which the group was loyal for eight years that separated Hardwird from the previous album Death Magnetic (the longest pause between albums in the thirty -year history of the group)? No, “ Hardwird” is the same album that the group is one way or another, adjusted for minor nuances, records for the past twenty years.

So what a khan, men? What is the immune, what is the self -destruction?

The only one that she still remembers how to do is an endless opus, where glimpses of former greatness (a successful riff there, a memorable melodic move of the sam) are not very generously scattered among the inexorably swinging layers of persistent mediation. That was the Load / Reload duplet, the same was also despised by everyone “ ST. Anger ” , and ascended to the shield as a return to the “ Death Magnetic ” form.

What are the insignificant nuances? Well, how - “ Load”/“ Reload” was made by a group that passionately wanted to say a new word in its own story. " St. Anger ” is a group desperately sought to get out of the brutal crisis of identity and gain at least some form. “ Death Magnetic” is a group that was confidently and busily sculpting this form from itself twenty years ago. “ Hardwird” in this coordinate system is a kind of final reconciliation with oneself. Metallica here does not look forward or backward, but exclusively in the mirror. And with the fact that he looks at them from there, for a century-for once-quite normal.

So what a khan, men? What is the immune, what is the self -destruction? Everything is fine at all. Success, prosperity, free work. A long happy life. Speed, flowers, electricity, old age.

What will happen next, you can paint with closed eyes by almost items. There will be packs of proud interviews that this is finally what you always wanted. There will be verbal battles on forums and on social networks (yes, right under this text). Fans in long and incredibly folding posts will gently scold the sound of Lars Ulrich drums and a lack of Kirk Hammett Salt - will converge that James Hatfield is well done, and the sound is really shit. There will be a marathon world tour with races in Uruguay and a large murt. There will be crowded stadiums. And there will be the same magic moment about an hour after the start, when new songs die and finally begins “ For Whom the Bell Tolls” or “Master of Puppets” -and sixty (or how many) thousand people will become noticeably happier.

And Nothing Else Matters.