Metallica, the Brand

It may or may not come as a surprise, but I’m a die hard Metallica fan. Well, was. At the beginning of my teenage years with the release of the Black Album in 1991 I was immediately hooked and bought every album that had come before it — Kill ’em all became a thrashy favorite. When they played in Mexico in 1993, me and my friends had seats in the first ten rows and through some Heavy Metal miracle I was handed a pass to be transferred to the “snakepit,” a hole in the middle of the stage where even crazier head-banging occurred — the amazing Live Shit: Binge & Purge set came from the five shows they played there. Then it took five years for the next release, Load, which didn’t quite catch my attention and its sequel ReLoad felt even more out of