Sixteen albums in and Dave Mustaine is still pissed. And that’s meant in the American sense; no one wants to see him back on the sauce. Some people say the lockdown was a bad thing. But not for Megadeth and their latest record. Isolation and introspection have made for a better, more cohesive Megadeth album.
Which is to say it sounds like old-school Megadeth. Not even his chemo treatment for cancer during the recording could slow Mustaine down. Here he’s still spitting out lyrics, railing at the world, headbanging like a 20-year-old.
Occasionally things are wide of the mark, such as with the ponderous Junkie, but that’s mostly an anomaly in a record full of snarky, sneering metal that has the punky energy of a new band on the block. Cases in point: Life In Hell, Killing Time, Night Stalkers.
Bring on the live shows, I’m taking T-shirt money.