Metallica – …And Justice for All

by Cosmo Lee

Speaking of scooped EQ, the cover feature and Hall of Fame album of Decibel #50 is …And Justice for All. Bass-less and proggy, it’s a polarizing record. Kill ‘Em All it ain’t. Yet Decibel rounded up a passel of metallers, including musicians from Intronaut, Lamb of God, The Gates of Slumber, and Rwake, to vouch for it. Justice, too, is my favorite Metallica full-length, which is funny because my favorite Metallica recording is the $5.98 EP. They’re completely opposite beasts – shaved vs. hairy, if you will.

Harvester of Sorrow
Dyers Eve

Listening to Justice now, I’m amazed that reviewers – myself included – would dare compare Death Magnetic to it. Sure, Death Magnetic’s songs are long, and some of its riffs sound suspiciously like ones on Justice. But the difference is that between cover band and real thing. Death Magnetic feels frantic, overheated, at the edge of its limits. That has its appeal; energy is the one thing DM has going for it. But Justice feels so much bigger, even with a sterile, bass-less mix. It’s full of dread; no other Metallica record deploys sustained chords so expansively. (See the masterful push-pull between sustain and staccato in “Harvester of Sorrow.” The maniacally flailing Death Magnetic has no room for such details.)

On Justice, the band is in complete control of its faculties. For once, Lars Ulrich doesn’t sound wobbly, and every note of Kirk Hammett’s counts. They’re firing off the highest bpm’s of their lives, but they’re not breaking sweats. That’s scary. It’s the difference between a wild-eyed gunman emptying both barrels, and a professional assassin with clips to spare.

I like cold, massive records; none is more so than Justice. The EQ is scooped so radically that the guitars are anacondas leaping out of the speakers. If I’m driving and need to stay awake, Justice is my go-to record. I know every note; every note makes me shiver.

Yet Justice gives me a warm fuzzy, for the simple reason that it was the most popular merch item in my high school. Kids everywhere had …And Justice for All back patches and t-shirts. Innumerable Metallica logos were scrawled in innumerable notebooks. I could not escape that record. Not that I wanted to – the parental blame of “Dyers Eve” resonated with my teenage self. What do high schoolers have now? Avenged Sevenfold? Bullet for My Valentine? I grew up in a blessed time; …And Justice for All was much to credit.