this was the sound that could stretch beyond the hard core and sweep up the stragglers. This was the sound that could and did conquer football stadiums.
30 years. 30 years since ‘Master of Puppets’ was released. 30 years since I last saw them live. 30 years since Cliff Burton died. Where the hell does the time go?
One of the peculiarities of getting older is that you see bands evolve from fetus-like flavor of the month to aging dinosaurs. It seems only yesterday that these young guns were fourth on the bill, wedged uncomfortably between Bon Jovi and Ratt, and now they’re headlining Glastonbury. Of course it happens much more organically than that, but perspective can be an odd thing. 30 years? 30 years before ‘Master of Puppets’ hit the streets, The Beatles were still at school and Elvis was a relatively fresh sensation. Time can make your head spin…