This biography reads like an extended schoolyard discourse on why Metallica is the greatest band ever and why all other bands suck . . .
If the authors had excised just some of the more congratulatory sentences, the book’s length could have been significantly reduced, rendering unnecessary Volume 2, which was released last year. I will not bother to read it. I couldn’t stand to be informed that really, honestly, after the 12th listen, St Anger isn’t all that shit. It is.
So is this book.