O.K., we all agree that Metallica died along with Cliff Burton. With that out of the way, let's begin.

I found this CD on the side of the road near my home so I'm glad I didn't give them my hard earned mOney. This album way hyped up as "Their heaviest album to date". This was true... for the first 30 seconds. Just as soon as James opens his mouth the album sucked and didn't stop untill the disc quit spinning. Yet again Metallica screwed over their fans with a piece of trash undeserving on their name. If they had just changed their name when they came out with "Load(Of Crap)" their fans would probably still be fans. Instead they resort to bait-and-switch tactics used by late night infomercials to get people to buy their albums.

We were also told that they spent millions to make this recording sounde like a garage recording. Personally that's what I think they told the record company. I bet they made the recording in their basement with a $1,000 Tascan and kept all the mOney. Given they way they have handled themselves business wise, I have little doubt that's what they did.

I for One have sworn an oath to NEVER buy another album from them again. I am a Former Fan Of Metallica exercising my only Power to send a loud and clear message to bands and their executive bosses.

F.F.O.M. forever.

I think I'm going to be different for a change and not just mindlessly bash this album just because it's different. Unlike the most of you who consider yourselves "true" Metallica-fans and yet hate the majority of their discography, I was introduced to the band with "I Disappear", which was the heaviest thing I had ever heard. St. Anger came several years later, and I found myself disliking it only because everyOne else hated it. Well, that is a pop-music mentality (just like liking Master of Puppets just because everyOne else does) and I decided to be really different and give this album a second chance.

Though I don't think Metallica has ever dOne a true "concept" album, I think this is about the closest they've ever got. Rage pours out of every track, underscored heavily by the resounding "thwang" of Lars Ulrich's prominent snare drum. There is some disorder to the album, with lines and Riffs that seem to be not part of the original song fitted into One song and somehow making sense. However, if One can open their mind beyond the mindlessness of theMaster-of-Puppets fans, they would realize that the human mind rarely operates on a clean, coherent and orderly pattern. As soon as One thought or emotion arises, another erupts into prominence almost out of nowhere. What is especially chilling is the conclusion of the entire album. With the song "All Within My Hands", whose lyrics focus upon the love-hate relationship between James Hetfield and ex-bassist Jason Newsted. Towards the end of the song, James Hetfield erupts into a psychotic break-down that would make Corey Taylor proud, screaming "KILL KILL KILL KILL!" This is shockingly significant since killing was the overall theme of their first album, "Kill 'Em All", making this song a kind of variation on the band's original lyrical theme.

Yes, there are no solos and yes you can hear Lars' snare. In short, if there were no St. Anger, there'd be no Metallica. If you are the kind of person who wants a Master of Puppets II, then hold your breath forever because it's not going to happen. Even if you don't like the album, One should at least listen to it so they can have an educated opinion and not just hate it out of a blind horde-mentality. Now all I need now is to find a copy that's not scratched up as hell...

Being a hardcøre Metallica fan, expectatiøns før this new album were high. This, their "heaviest album ever", was (in all truth) . . . An utter disapøintment. But tø judge this album, yøu must first knøw abøut it.

This album saw the arrival øf new bass guitarist, spanish legend Røbert, whø was førmerly bassist før Øzzy Øsbøurne. He impressed the remaining members (James Hettfield, Kirk Hammet and Lars Ulrich) at a public bass rehersal that the band ørganised. A perhaps desperate møve øn Metallica's half.

Their prøducer, Bøb Røck, thøught that it wøuld be gøød før the band tø take a new apprøach: "(Tø) make this new album søund as thøugh it's a new garage band... Ønly the band is Metallica."
Nøw, nø disrespect tø Bøb Røck, but what a hørrible decisiøn tø make før legendary Metallica.

Cømpared tø "The Black Album", St.Anger is a bøyband førmed øut øf Disney Characters. The søund was røugh, thøugh that is what they intended, the singing was røugh and sketchy and, øverall, nø amazing ør even mediøcre søngs were made.

Cønclusiøn:
When øne hears the name Metallica, a certain expectatiøn øf greatness is expected. Høwever this album did NØT reach expectatiøns, especially as it is under the name Metallica.