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St. Anger St. Anger

St. Anger
St. Anger
Release Date:
June 2003
Released by: Elektra Entertainment Group
Produced by: Bob Rock and Metallica
Recorded at: HQ, San Rafael, California, May 2002 - April 2003
Chart Position: #1 (USA), #1 (UK)
Album Sales: 2 million (USA)

Line Up:

James Hetfield - Rhythm Guitars, Vocals
Kirk Hammett - Lead Guitar
Lars Ulrich - Drums
Bob Rock - Bass

Tracks (Song Titles link to Lyrics):

1. Frantic (5:46)
2. St. Anger (7:19)
3. Some Kind Of Monster (8:24)
4. Dirty Window (5:23)
5. Invisible Kid (8:28)
6. My World (6:30)   
7. Shoot Me Again (7:09)
8. Sweet Amber (5:24)
9. Unnamed Feeling (7:07)
10. Purify (5:13)
11. All Within My Hands (8:44)

Singles:

Frantic
St. Anger
Unnamed Feeling
Some Kind of Monster

Music Videos:

Frantic
St. Anger
Unnamed Feeling
Some Kind of Monster

Awards:

Grammy Award for St. Anger (Best Metal Performance)

Album Notes:

Metallica’s first full length studio album since 1997. The band was on hiatus from July 2001 until May 2002 because of James Hetfield’s time away in rehab. Since Jason Newsted’s departure from the band in January 2001, the band did not select a bass player until the album was nearing completion. James Hetfield and producer Bob Rock filled in the bass lines.

Kirk: “It sounds like we made it a very subconscious or unconscious attempt at like harnessing the speed and energy of the late 80’s meshing it with the melodicism of the 90’s. In retrospect it kind of sounds like what we are doing now - but you knows what's really important. I think we’ve cracked a code that we were not able to in the 90’s.”

This CD package includes a special live DVD. The performance, filmed and recorded - as Metallica likes to say - in 'shitty 5.1 sound, balls out - features the band playing all tracks in sequence from St. Anger. The idea to create such a unique offer was hatched with typical Metallica 'aw-fuck-it-ness': "Metallica is a band that always over-delivers to their fans. This performance captures them in their most comfortable setting, in the studio where they recorded St. Anger. The band literally went into the next room, picked up their instruments and played, live, the album they had just finished recording. It captures them at their informal, raucous best."


Lyrics and Song Info Lyrics and Song Info


FRANTIC

Raw, abrasive, very upfront, very brash. The main riff is really, really 'Frayed Ends...' type but given a huge rush of juice... there's a whispering hum-type guitar behind the main riff that sounds like a chorus of demons

'My lifestyle determines my deathstyle'... what a great line, accompanied by a particularly brutal sledge of riffery. TickticktickticktickTOCK. The last 20 seconds breaks into a very sped-up Sabbathy type riff, drums repeatedly hammered..

If I could have my wasted days back
Would I use them to get back on track?
Stop to warm and karma’s burning
Or look ahead , but keep on turning?

Do I have the strength
To know how I’ll go?
Can I find it inside
To deal with what I shouldn’t know?

Could I have my wasted days back
Would I use them to get back on track?

You live it or lie it!

My lifestyle determines my deathstyle

Keep searching, keep on searching
This search goes on, this search goes on

Frantic Tick Tick Tick Tick Tick Tick Tock
Frantic Tick Tick Tick Tick Tick Tick Tock

I’ve worn out always being afraid
An endless stream of fear that I’ve made
Treading water full of worry
This frantic tick tick talk of hurry

Do I have the strength
To know how I’ll go?
Can I find it inside
To deal with what I shouldn’t know?

Worn out on always being afraid
An endless stream of fear that I’ve made

You live it or lie it!

My lifestyle determines my deathstyle

Keep searching, keep on searching
This search goes on, this search goes on

Frantic Tick Tick Tick Tick Tick Tick Tock
Frantic Tick Tick Tick Tick Tick Tick Tock
 
My lifestyle (Birth is pain)
Determines my deathstyle (Life is pain)
A rising tide (Death is pain)
That pushes to the other side (It’s all the same)

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ST. ANGER

Riff is edgy, snare drum harsh, and then the whole lot cascades in before getting the V8 super-charge, Ulrich absolutely pounding the shit out of the kit blast-beat style. Then an almost bluesy mellow passage allowing James vocals to come through, before again bridging into brutality. The lyrics, as you might expect, resonate particularly loudly with JH, though I'd say everyone in this band can relate to this here Saint!

'Fuck it all and no regrets...' and you kinda understand where he's coming from. The whole sound is so beautifully unprocessed, yet clear. Digital has helped their cause tremendously, allowing the tones to achieve a clarity and harshness that surely allows the mix to remain simple.

Saint Anger 'round my neck
Saint Anger 'round my neck
He never gets respect
Saint Anger 'round my neck

You flush it out, you flush it out
Saint Anger 'round my neck
You flush it out, you flush it out
He never gets respect

Fuck it all and no regrets
I hit the lights on these dark sets
I need a voice to let myself
To let myself go free
Fuck it all and fuckin' no regrets
I hit the lights on these dark sets
Medallion noose, I hang myself
Saint Anger 'round my neck

I feel my world shake
Like an earth quake
It's hard to see clear
Is it me? Is it fear?

I'm madly in anger with you

And I want my anger to be healthy
And I want my anger just for me
And I need my anger not to control
And I want my anger to be me

And I need to set my anger free

Set it free

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SOME KIND OF MONSTER

One of many relaxed, quiet one guitar intros which quickly gives way to a 1000 elephants...cannot believe how riff driven this material is (THIS MEANS VERY COOL!) It's all in the chunk. What a sticky, sticky riff. First sign of a scratchy, loose, chicken-wire lead-type guitar ambling through the absolute stomp. Thick thick sound, and yet more speed-drumming to super-charge the song. It's 2.00 before a vocal even thinks of emerging. When it does, it growls, and I gotta tell ya, this is the album that might've come in or around '...Justice', but maybe it couldn't have happened without the 'Black' album or any of that.

So many twists, so many turns, so many breaks, but this time not for the posture of being able to but for the joy of doing it.

'We the people' accompanied by an absolute flurry of drums, almost (dare-I-say it? blast beat)...the snare sound is cracking... very rhythmic delivery of the chorus, almost like rapping (DON'T PANIC I AIN'T TALKIN' REAL RAP) and backed with a really low gutteral under vocal. The song swings, really, it's got a swinging feel to it, but what's swinging is about 400 lbs of concrete and steel.

These are the eyes that can't see me
These are the hands that drop your trust
These are the boots that kick you around
This is the tongue that speaks on the inside
These are the ears that ring with hate
This is the face that'll never change
This is the fist that grinds you down
This is the voice of silence no more

These are the legs in circles run
This is the beating you'll never know
These are the lips that taste no freedom
This is the feel that's no so safe
This is the face you'll never change
This is the God that ain't so pure
This is the God that is not pure
This is the voice of silence no more

We the people
Are we the people?

Some kind of monster
The monster lives

This is the face that stones you cold
This is the moment that needs to breathe
These are the claws that scratch these wounds
This is the pain that never leaves
This is the tongue that whips you down
This is the burden of every man
These are the screams that pierce your skin
This is the voice of silence no more

This is the test of flesh and soul
This is the trap that smells so good
This is the flood that drains these eyes
These are the looks that chill to the bone
These are the fears that swing over head
These are the weights that hold you down
This is the end that will never end
This is the voice of silence no more

We the people
Are we the people?

Some kind of monster
The monster lives

This is the cloud that swallows trust
This is the black that uncolors us
This is the face that you hide from
This is the mask that comes undone

Ominous
I'm in us

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DIRTY WINDOW

Rata tat tat ta ta ta, fast, repeatedly, sole intro instrument before unfolding into another fast riff, the cacophony is awesome, Motorheady kind of affair, those drums ring ring in your ears, pinging and thwacking. Quiet break to allow 'I'm judge and I'm jury and I'm executioner too'
and then those rata tat tat drums like a platoon of machine guns. Those riffs are so sandpaper and broken glass rough and ready, it really is red raw.
'I drink from the cup of denial' these lyrics, wow, talk about bleeding!

Note to self: this really is a marathon sprint, a seducer (you will not by-pass any tracks here, there's no skipping, no shuffling about) but boy-oh-boy, is it a mara---, nope, it's a triathlon.

I see my reflection in the window
It looks different, so different than what you see
Projecting judgment on the world
This house is clean baby
This house is clean

Am I who I think I am?
Am I who I think I am?
Am I who I think I am?
Look out my window and see it's gone wrong
Court is in session and I slam my gavel down

I'm judge and I'm jury and I'm executioner too

Projector
Protector
Rejector
Infector
Projector
Rejector
Infector
Injector
Defector
Rejector

I see my reflection in the window
This window clean inside, dirty on the out
I'm looking different than me
This house is clean baby
This house is clean

Am I who I think I am?
Am I who I think I am?
Am I who I think I am?
I look out my window and see it's gone wrong
My court is in session and now I slam my gavel down

Projector
Protector
Rejector
Infector
Projector
Rejector
Infector
Injector
Defector
Rejector
Defector

I drink from the cup of denial
I'm judging the world from my throne
I drink from the cup of denial
I'm judging the world from my throne

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INVISIBLE KID


Rolling horses, giving way to swing but again, it's the heaviness. There's an inflection of the 'Frantic' hook-riff in there, this one's edging on melodic, the most straight-forward song yet. There's a superb ghosted melodic vocal from James riding in the chorus, dreamy, spiritual, as though an inner-voice. It's as close to 'relief' as this album's got so far, but it still hangs behind musical brutality and the energy required to listen to it is immense. But hang-on, it is 8 minutes plus, we're at 5 and change and there's a twist coming, a shifting of gears, a painful, almost mournful passage from James from which he is dragged by a galloping riff, some Alice In Chains-like vocal wanderings.

Interesting to note that whilst the vocals are of course Hetfieldian, the trademarks are less distinguishable and the experimentation greater than for some years. They sit raw, unprocessed, unfiltered, a further sign of the growth in confidence.

Invisible kid
Never see what he did
Got stuck where he hid
Fallen through the grid

Invisible kid
Got a place of his own
Where he'll never be known
Inward he's grown

Invisible kid
Locked away in his brain
From the shame and the pain
World down the drain

Invisible kid
Suspicious of your touch
Don't want no crutch
But it's all too much

I hide inside
I hurt inside
I hide inside, but I'll show you…

I'm OK, just go away
Into the distance let me fade
I'm OK, just go away
I'm OK, but please don't stray too far

Open up your heart
I'm beating right here
Open your mind
I'm being right here, right now
Open your heart
I'm beating right here
Open your mind
I'm being right here, right now

Ooh, what a good boy you are
Out of the way and you're kept to yourself
Ooh, can't you see that he's not here
He doesn't want the attention you give
Ooh, unplugging from it all
Invisible kid floats alone in his room
Ooh, what a quiet boy you are
He looks so calm floating 'round and 'round in himself

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MY WORLD

Could be a NWOBHM riff, explodes into a rhino-like metal charge before being broken by a multi-tracked, gang-vox like chorus from James.

Certainly enjoying playing with speed and aggression for the first time in many, many years. NWOBHM song!!!! Got hints of COC in the main riff too...With the 'tallica twist. Plus some speed. And an off-kilter blasty chorus. Before caving into the word 'suckah' and swinging all over the damn shop. Before the riff and drums become speed metal. Yes, speed metal. People are going to be very surprised.

The motherfuckers got in my head
Trying to make me someone else instead

It's my world now

Mama, why's it rainin' in my room?
Cheer up boy, clouds will move on soon
Heavy fog got me lost inside
Gonna sit right back and enjoy this ride

It's my world
You can't have it
It's my world, it's my world
It's my world

I'm out of my head, out of my head
Get 'em out of my head, out of my head
Get 'em out

Who's in charge of my head today?
Dancin' devils in angels way

It's my time now

Look out motherfuckers here I come
Gonna make my head my home
The sons of bitches tried to take my head
Tried to make me someone else instead

It's my world
You can't have it
It's my world, it's my world
It's my world

I'm out of my head, out of my head
Get 'em out of my head, out of my head
Get 'em out

Not only do I not know the answer
I don't even know what the question is

God it feels like it only rains on me

Not only do I not know the answer
I don't even know what the question is

I'm out of my head, out of my head
Get 'em out of my head, out of my head
Get 'em out

Enough's enough

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SHOOT ME AGAIN

Twisty little guitar scratch intro before bludgery of riff and drum kicks in. Again more AIC-ish intro stuff, twisty, windy, quizzical, a little spoken-barked chorus 'come on shoot me again I'm not dead yet' before Lars breaks into a drum sprint. This is his reply to all who took the pops at him over 'that' issue.

I won't go away
Right here I'll stay

Stand silent in flames
Stand tall 'till it fades

Shoot me again
I ain't dead yet

Shoot me again

All the shots I take
I spit back at you
All the shit you fake
Comes back to haunt you

All the shots

All the shots I take
What difference did I make?
All the shots I take
I spit back at you

I won't go away, with a bullet in my back
Right here I'll stay, with a bullet in my back

Shoot me
Take a shot

I'll stand on my own, with a bullet in my back
I'm stranded and sold, with a bullet in my back

I bite my tongue
Trying not to shoot back
No compromise
My Heart won't pump the other way

Wake the sleeping giant
Wake the beast
Wake the sleeping dog
No, let him sleep

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SWEET AMBER


A sweet pretty little guitar intro, and just when you think a ballad's coming, the riff is processed through some speed/aggression training and then it kicks the doors down and bolts the stable...it feels a bit like Sweet Savage's 'Eye Of The Storm' from Lars' own NWOBHM Metal Blade compilation album at times, then it breaks right down, slow and sleazy, off 'how sweet are you? How sweet does it get!) before galloping again. Sonically this is the most in control so-to-speak, speedy, pacey, athletic almost, definite NWOBHM influence for sure though I think.

Wash your back so you won't stab mine
Get in bed with your own kind
Live your life so you don't see mine
Drape your back so you won't shine

Ooh then she holds my hand
And I lie to get a smile

Using what I want
To get what you want

Ooh Sweet Amber
How sweet are you?
How sweet does it get?

Chase the rabbit, fetch the stick
She rolls me over 'till I'm sick
She deals in habits, deals in pain
I run away, but I'm back again

Ooh then she holds my hand
And I lie to get a smile
And she squeezes tighter
I still lie to get a smile

She holds the pen that spells the end
She traces me and draws me in

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THE UNNAMED FEELING


(A survivor of The Presido sessions, started life as balladic-'Unforgiven' type track, re-worked and re-shaped to fit the current contextual climate)

The guitar starts, another one in arhythmically before they both unite to lay down a hugely simple, towering mid-tempo riff. Thus a 'Metallica classic' feeling here. An epic. Towering riff, riding off mid-tempo, squirling guitars, funnel-vox (like they're being sung through a megaphone) before they switch into gritty. Indeed, these are the most 'recent Metallica-like structured' of the vocals, the same sort of feeling as 'The Unforgiven'

Been here before

Been here before couldn't say I liked it
Do I start writing all this down?
Just let me plug you into my world
Can't you help me be uncrazy?

Name this for me, heat the cold air
Take the chill off of my life
And if I could I'd turn my eyes
To look inside to see what's comin'

It comes alive
And I die a little more
It comes alive
Each moment here I die a little more

Then the unnamed feeling
It comes alive
Then the unnamed feeling
Takes me away

I'm frantic in your soothing arms
I can not sleep in this down filled world
I've found safety in this loneliness
But I can not stand it anymore

Cross my heart and hope not to die
Swallow evil, ride the sky
Lose myself in a crowded room
You fool, you fool, it will be here soon

It comes alive
And I die a little more
It comes alive
Each moment here I die a little more

Then the unnamed feeling
It comes alive
Then the unnamed feeling
Treats me this way
And I wait for this train
Toes over the line
And then the unnamed feeling
Takes me away

Get the fuck out of here
I just wanna get the fuck away from me
I rage, I glaze, I hurt, I hate
I hate it all, why? Why? Why me?

I cannot sleep with a head like this
I wanna cry, I wanna scream
I rage, I glaze, I hurt, I hate
I wanna hate it all away

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PURIFY


Starts like a raging punk song, breaks into the swing and lilt of aggro metal. Makes you lurch about and jump, mosh, pump those legs, tailor-made for some Trujilloism live, and then the drums cascade into speed off the chorus, this is just savage, like watching guard dogs strangling on leads as bloody meat hangs an inch from their frothing jaws. Honestly! There is speed but also in-the-pocket power.

Interesting, lots of returns to the NWOBHM sounds and feels, wrapped in punk attitude, given a scrub with wire brushes, un-polished if you will. Sabbathy too mid-song, right near the end bit of the ol' Kyuss-flavored desert rock type open riffery, arrhythmic drum pattern. Unrelenting as it gets deeper.

Tear it down
Strip the layers off
My turpentine
Old paint, old looks
Cover up the past
White heat, white light
Super white bones
Bones of you and I

Pure if I… Can't you help me?
Pure if I… Won't you help me?
Purify you and I
Purify you and I
Pure if I… Can't you help me?
Pure if I… Won't you help me?
You and I purify

Truth and dare
Peeling back the skin
Acid wash
Ghost white
Ultra clean
Wanna be skeleton
Clear eyes
Diamond eyes
Strip the past of mine
My sweet turpentine

I can find the dirt on anything
I can find the dirt on anything

I ain't dancing with your skeletons
I ain't dancing with what might have been

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ALL WITHIN MY HANDS


It is relentless! Vocals are very, very upfront, no hiding, not buried, the first layer in your ear. One thing with much of this material is you just do not know the twists and turns it's going to take. But such brutality this late in the album? Unheard of. Excellent cascading choral word (AGAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN) again some Chains-like arrangements and vox around, but merely as flavor not structure. Being the original alchemists, Metallica can infuse these melancholic melodies with raging anger, furious energy and rude, rude amounts of aggression. The sadness and struggle of the bridges give way to total thrash (old school-style) and when JH barks 'kill kill kill' as the album closes, screaming, ripping his throat out, it's an exorcism, a purging not just of his own emotions but of this band's.

All within my hands
Squeeze it in, crush it down
All within my hands
Hold it dear, hold it suffocate

All within my hands
Love to death, smack you 'round & 'round and
All within my hands
Beware

Love is control
I'll die if I let go

Hate me now
Kill all within my hands
Hate me now
Crush all within my hands
Squeeze all within my hands
Choke all within my hands
Hate me now
Trap all within my hands
Hurry up and hate me now
Kill all within my hands

All within my hands
Take your fear, pump me up
All within my hands
Let you run, then I pull your leash

All within my hands
Under thumb, under to myself
All within my hands
Beware

Love is control
I'll die if I let go

Hate me now
Kill all within my hands
Hate me now
Crush all within my hands
Squeeze all within my hands
Choke all within my hands
Hate me now
Trap all within my hands
Hurry up and hate me now
Kill all within my hands again

I'll die if I let go
Control is love, love is control
I'll fall if I let go
Control is love, love is control

I will only let you breathe
My air that you receive
Then we'll see if I let you love me

Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill

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