Thrash metal was never meant to grow old. It’s premise was rooted in the disaffection, sociopathy and energy of youth, a movement that took all of the original genre’s precepts, wired their balls to high voltage electrodes, then laughingly flicked the switch.
Grow old it has though, in the process fathering many children, getting therapy and even in the case of Dave Mustaine, finding god. No, that one. A would be fallen angel from Metallica’s tree, as Megadeth’s one true constant he’s had a career most would be envious of, but a hand affecting condition has ensured that the band’s seventeenth studio album will be their last.
Regrets, he’s had a few, as closer The Last Note explores, but equally the opening salvo of Tipping Point and I Don’t Care finds the old groaner in vital sounding form, the famous sneer less prominent but the riffs as heavy as ever. Allowances mean that we can even give Let There Be Shred a pass, but lovers of what ifs will delight in a version of Ride The Lightning which lives up to it’s dominantly over arching narrative. Thrash metal was never meant to get old, but as retirement goes, Megadeth sure beats golf and a condo.
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The Voice Of Unreason 