San Francisco a fantastic city, and many say it is the most European of American cities, and rightly so. L 'of the early twentieth century town planning adapted to a hilly area, the humid climate, the people very lively and culturally diverse. The San Francisco Bay is a feast for the eyes, especially at night: a huge belly d 'water, gas lights suspended between thick and crazy. Metallica are born in this basin 's men, music and culture, bring in the rock' vehemence and anger of riffs direct and round, an essential complement of that 'hard rock prolific 70 years of dying, or rather, death and rebirth a genre. The late Cliff Burton formed the vein of that vintage rock by self-taught, his knowledge of music was unrestrained and never satisfied, his bass lines reflecting an inner search that would never stop if a cold day in September had not claimed the lives of so violent that twenty-four explosive. His companions, beardless boys still unprepared for a mourning so deep, they continued with a heart full of bitterness and anger a path very prolific in terms of the agreement, more than the descendant of creativity. The last 12 years have seen the Metallica tried very hard in the hallway (if I pass the pun) and artistic composition, surrounded by a 'exhausting and repetitive work "live". That is until the new single, I have heard yesterday, mentre l' emozione cresceva sempre più in me ad ogni singola nota, per ogni riff incastrato e subito svincolato, per un progredire di melodie e di armonie così funzionali le une alle altre da far ricredere anche il peggiore degli scettici sulla ritrovata verve dei bay area trashers. Non so cosa possa essere scattato nei quattro cavalieri di Frisco; forse, più semplicemente, qualcosa si è sbloccato, qualche demone è stato affrontato e vinto con successo. Si può essere maturi e fanciulli nell' anima, ecco cos' è. Ne sono sempre più convinto.
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