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Megadeth - EndgameFin de partie? Like a Baptist on retreat, ankle-deep in teen whores, gulping down pills and booze and rubbing my lap like a crystal ball, I begged for flagrant parting “code” in the new Megadeth rec Endgame. Show me the end of days, fuckers. Mais non?! Living on borrowed time since 1988’s So Far, So Good…So What! Dave Mustaine’s somehow wrangled a band of session bozos together (again) to perpetually remake the finer moments of Peace Sells… How does he do it, Stew? He’s still quite a fan of self-plagiarism, kids – I believe the French call it, “self-reflexivity.” But Mustaine’s always had tunnel vision when it comes to the tropes. Sorta good thing, actually. There are several surprising moments here on a wholly unsurprising record, which makes me feel like I’m listening to a new Obituary record again for good reason. Let’s forget that Mustaine’s had more face-lifts than Jacko. Forget that he now looks like Carrot Top. Forget that he’s still, as DePalma rightly points out, interested in the, “BIG STATEMENT.” [In Araya’s voice]: “No Matter.” Endgame exists to pimp motherfucker’s prowess. Mustaine’s great for that, and a lot of the tracks here are nothing more than (forced) repeated viewings of Who Framed Roger Rabbit? Which is to say they are self-consciously overloaded, artistically incoherent, often excessively fuckin’ techie. But there are four really good tracks here, maybe even one great track. “1,320” is a fuckin’ great track. Drag-racing ode for the gear-headed oil scrub way more into thumbing kit car mags than sticking it to some glazed wormhole that more than likely bears striking resemblance to one of the Olsen twins. Were it not for the hyperbolic oom-pah accompanying the lead riff, the Kill ‘Em All elephant might be a little more noticeable there in the corner, shitting out a day’s worth of peanuts all over your ‘Maiden Vans. “This Day We Fight,” while not as together as “1,320” is all too adept at pulling bits and pieces from all sorts of places beneath, between, and behind Peace Sells… we never even knew existed. Mustaine works pathetic, self-aggrandizing pastiche into a few fuck, yeah moments. To wit: We have the sneering, pained upper-register that too easily drops into the whispered bullshit more befitting of Stallone’s Cobra. Mustaine remarkably makes lyrics like, “Wet with your blood I sharpen my sword / No turning the other cheek like a coward / Come tomorrow I may lay down and die / But not on this day!” work. And they work fuckin’ well. Yeah, yeah, yeah: “The Hardest Part of Letting Go…” and the title-track, and “Bodies,” and “44 Minutes” are the big-league suck. But even in the record’s most repugnant moments, i.e. “How the Story Ends,” which may as well be playing over the credits in the next die/tits/fuck/die/tits/die flick, Mustaine runs another fuck, yeah riff right up your ass (fast-forward to 1:05). This is no more than pecking around finer Metal-Up-Yr-Ass permutations of “No Remorse,” and I’m left shameless, gah-gah eyed, all whisky dick’d and looking for someone to buy me half-oldel, clab langoon. Prease? [Stewart Voegtlin]
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However, I did randomly download the promo track (Head Crusher) and was mildly impressed. The solo was pretty interesting, and it had a raw sound closer to the classic stuff. Not enough to buy the whole record. Still, if a gravy training band can impress Stew with even a few tracks, that does give a little cause for hope.
We'll see. In the meantime, I think I'll just spin Rust, once again... Who needs the new shit?
Plus, there's so much other terrible shit to keep one occupied today, even if they can't come remotely close to playing riffs like Mustaine apparently still can.
I will say this, I think at his best, Mustaine can now top Hetfield in songwriting.
I agree Mustaine has always been a better songwriter then Hetfield. Megadeth had the chops (playing and songwriting) in spades, but Metallica had the vocal hooks.
'return to hangar' on that world needs a hero album had me headbanging those many years back.
keep it up stew. i dig it.
These new songs from Megadeath are the best I've heard in a really long time.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_AAPHM_TPmI&feature=player_embedded
BTW, is Mustaine wearing Vans in that vid?!