Album : Metallica - St. Anger (2003)
Album : Metallica - St. Anger (2003)
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
| Studio album by Metallica | ||
| Released | June 5, 2003 | |
| Recorded | May 2002 – April 2003 | |
| Genre | Heavy metal | |
| Length | 75:07 | |
| Label | Elektra | |
| Producer | Bob Rock, Metallica | |
St. Anger is the eighth studio album by American heavy metal band Metallica, released on June 5, 2003 (see 2003 in music). The album was originally to be released on June 10, 2003, but because of fears of extended music piracy over filesharing networks , St. Anger was released five days earlier. The album hit number 1 in 30 countries, including the U.S. Billboard 200 and Canadian Albums Chart. Sales did not remain stable in the US, however, with the album selling only two million copies, the band's lowest-selling album there. In 2004 lead single "St. Anger" earned a Grammy Award for "Best Metal Performance".
St. Anger represents the last collaboration between Metallica and their longtime producer Bob Rock, with the announcement in early 2006 that Rick Rubin would assume production duties on their forthcoming album.
History and reception
Five and a half years elapsed between the release of the band's previous studio album, ReLoad, and the recording of St. Anger, which began in 2002. Many factors contributed to this delay, including the departure of bassist Jason Newsted, the band's feud with file-sharing service Napster, and vocalist/guitarist James Hetfield's several months in rehab for alcoholism and other unspecified substance abuse. The film Some Kind of Monster documents that relationships between the band members in the lead-up to the album's recording were at an all-time low.
The band began initial writing for the album in April 2001, when they rented out and converted an army barrack in The Presidio in San Francisco, California, into a makeshift studio. Uncomfortable with the idea of bringing in an immediate replacement for Newsted, the band opted to have producer Bob Rock play bass guitar for the recording of the album, with plans to find a fulltime bass player upon the record's completion. Recording came to a halt in July 2001 when the band announced via its website that James Hetfield had entered a rehab center for treatment of alcoholism and other addictions. Prior to the album's release, Lars Ulrich would leave videos and audio of himself discussing the new album on the band's blog, jumpinthestudio.com (no longer working).
The album met mixed reviews. Fans posting on an online website devoted to heavy metal considered the album a disaster . One review stated that the album was unpolished and seemed under-produced. The band adopted a different approach to the recording process, opting for an extremely stripped down and raw production quality. Producer Bob Rock noted that the aim was to capture the atmosphere of a band jamming together in a garage for the first time and the band just happened to be Metallica. Drum rattles gave listeners a challenging sound, different from previous Metallica albums and unheard of from such an established act. The album also had a complete absence of guitar solos. Some critics praised the album for its aggression, with one critic noting that "while it's an ungodly mess at times", "what you hear on this album is a band playing with the passion for the first time in years". Longtime artist Pushead designed the cover artwork, marking the first album cover he'd done for the band, although his work had been featured previously inside the ...And Justice For All booklet, several single covers, and numerous T-shirt designs.
After Summer Sanitarium, the year-long Madly in Anger with the World Tour followed, finishing near the end of 2004. The songs "Frantic", "St. Anger", "Dirty Window", and "The Unnamed Feeling" were performed frequently during the tour. "Sweet Amber" and "Some Kind of Monster" were also played live, but not as often as the other St.Anger material. The album tracks were altered when played live. Sometimes shortened, or in some cases a guitar solo was added ("Sweet Amber", "Dirty Window", "Frantic") However, in some cases only one song from the album was played live, and in 2006 the album had almost completely been removed from live sets with most shows not including any songs from St. Anger, Load or ReLoad (with the exception of Fuel from ReLoad).
In May 2007, the album was featured in Q magazines "10 Most Insane Albums Ever"; due to James Hetfield's recording hours, alcohol problems and the departure of Jason Newsted, then underneath a section of the article with the heading: "Is It Any Good?"; it says the production is "tinny" and that the songs "just aren't good enough" and says that Hetfield's singing is out of key.
A film called Some Kind of Monster was released after St. Anger which recorded the production of the album, offering insight into how the band produced the music and how they got along during its creation.
Track listing
All songs by Kirk Hammett, James Hetfield, Bob Rock and Lars Ulrich.
1. "Frantic" – 5:50
2. "St. Anger" – 7:21
3. "Some Kind of Monster" – 8:25
4. "Dirty Window" – 5:24
5. "Invisible Kid" – 8:30
6. "My World" – 5:45
7. "Shoot Me Again" – 7:10
8. "Sweet Amber" – 5:27
9. "The Unnamed Feeling" – 7:09
10. "Purify" – 5:14
11. "All Within My Hands" – 8:48
Personnel
* James Hetfield – guitar, vocals
* Kirk Hammett – guitar
* Lars Ulrich – drums
* Bob Rock – producer, engineer, bass, mixing
* Robert Trujillo – live bass
* Anton Corbijn – photography
* Scott Cunningham – production coordination
* Mike Gillies – digital engineer, assistant
* Paul Wood – guitar technician
* Wayne Isham – director
* Dana Marshall – producer
* Vlado Meller – mastering
* Colin Mitchell – camera operator
* Paul Owen – monitors
* Jean Pellerin – editing, camera operator
* Pushead – cover illustration
* Ryan Smith – camera operator
Album Lyrics
Frantic Lyrics
If I could have have my wasted days back
Would I use them to get back on track?
Stop to warm at karmas 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 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)
St. Anger Lyrics
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
(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
I'm madly in anger with you
I'm madly in anger with you
I'm madly in anger with you
(repeat all)
I want my anger to be healthy
I want my anger just for me
I need my anger not to control
I want my anger to be me
I need to set my anger free
I need to set my anger free
I need to set my anger free
I need to set my anger free
Fuck it all and no regrets
I hit the lights on these dark sets
Tie a noose or hang myself
Saint Anger 'round my neck
Like an earth quake
It's hard to see clear
Is it me? Is it fear?
I'm madly in anger with you
I'm madly in anger with you
I'm madly in anger with you
I'm madly in anger with you
I'm madly in anger with you
I'm madly in anger with you
I'm madly in anger with you
I'm madly in anger with you
Some kind of Monster Lyrics
These are the eyes that can’t see m e
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 not 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 could
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 heard
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 could 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
Dirty Window Lyrics
I see my reflection in the windowIt 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
Infector
Dejector
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
Infector
Defector
Rejector
Defector
I drink from the cup of denial
I’m judging the world form my throne
I drink from the cup of denial
I’m judging the world form my throne
Invisible Kid Lyrics
Invisible kid
Never see what he did
Got stuck where he did
Fallen through the grid
Invisible kid
Got a place of his own
Wher ehe’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 jurt inside
I hide inside, but I’ll show you
I’m ok, just go away
Into distance let me fade
I’m ok, just go away
I’m ok, but please don’t stray too far
Open 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 around in himself
My World Lyrics
The motherfuckers got in my headTrying 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 that 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 that 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
Shoot Me Again Lyrics
I won’t go awayRight here I’ll stay
Stand silent in flames
Stand tall ‘till it fades
Shoot me again
I ain’t done yet
Shoot me again
All the shots I take
I spit back t 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
Sweet Amber Lyrics
Wash your back so you won’t stab mind
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 I 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
The Unnamed Feeling Lyrics
Been here beforeBeen 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 amrs
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 heard hope not to die
Swallow evil, ride the sky
Lost 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 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 haed like this
I wanna cry, I wanna scream
I rage, I glaze, I hurt, I hate
I wanna hate it all away
Purify Lyrics
Tear it down
Strip the layers off
My turpentine
Old pain, 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 paste 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
No comments:
Post a Comment