One should appreciate it when artists "outside the box" thinking. Especially an inward often conservative genre like Heavy Metal needs it in order not only to repeat constantly. In this sense, Metallica's collaboration with the indie Godfather Lou Reed is to be welcomed. This is almost the only positive thing that occurred to me to "Lulu". Content a concept album, which is based on Frank Wedekind's written in the early 20th century story of a femme fatale, it is perhaps the most musically Unhörbarste what I've ever seen. Also considered in isolation, without it the exploits of the first 6 Metallica albums, albums that have been etched into the DNA of entire generations, compare affects much of the instrumental music as boring, endless of repeating Committee. And if, rare enough, reasonably successful riffs sound, the joy does not last long: every spark musicality is of Lou Reed's incredibly nerve-consuming, droning Shale suffocated Spoken Words Performance in the bud. Regardless of pitch and rhythm of the 70-year-old babbles like a dementia-ridden old people's home-Resident about the frightening weak background music. But here also nothing works. The often 8, 11, 19 (!!!!) minutes long pieces (I would not want to call songs) of the double-CD (!!!!) are so hard to hear that you wish back the shallowest radio program , The occasional vocal interjections of Hetfield let a moment to breathe, but look, if you are honest, so tolerably inspired that the much maligned "St. Anger" album on the other hand as a melodic-sophisticated masterpiece appears. I take into account that "Lulu" Art is as much as it wants to be, and me and the average metal fan to understand easy to intellect missing (Hurz !!!). But it seems to me much more so that it is simply just inflated, pretentious rubbish that represents the nadir of the former gods. One imagines while listening inevitably the question of whether one is just a large-scale joke into the trap ... to clarify that here the two opening lines of the poet Lou Reed: "I would cut my legs and tits off / When I think of Boris Karloff ..." I admire the fearlessness (apartness?) Who needs it to make such publication and look forward that the production sounds better than that of "Death Magnetic". A star is still too much. Perhaps the worst album I have ever heard.
