@rockaction now ask ChatGPT why Metallica’s black album sounded so good. You’ll get the same thing but now about the grooves, letter clarity and high quality recording and improved song writing and all that. It will tell you whatever you want to hear.
It's not the conclusion it's drawing. I don't listen to its conclusions. I look for the meat of it. You can ask it in different ways. There are neutral questions with neutral answers. You can also shape it to be neutral. It will correct you if you're wrong; it'll do it gently or it won't tell you it's correcting you. I've taken a crash course in existential ontology and existential views about language and meaning the past couple of weeks. This is coming. I'm correcting it when it's wrong. You can push back. But it's pretty lethally good at times. I know it's a probability machine, but the probabilities with that much data on humans are daunting. Anyway, I'm not an AI freak. It's just coming.
And if you try, you can't really rebut its premises about the sound. That's exactly right. Not only the treble and low end, but about digital and compression techniques. Yeah, that all checks. It described what happened with Bob Rock exactly correctly. The entire metal "press" predicted that Bob Rock would fundamentally try and change Metallica. That it would happen with the album, and it did. In regard to prompting it differently, okay. I've got your answer for you. Why was the Black Album so good. Or better yet, a declarative. I think if you look at the meat of what it's saying, it's hard to rebut and say that it's contradicting itself. Forget the opinion; look for the heart of it.
Me: "Yeah, but why did the Black Album explode? It was good, dammit."
ChatGPT:
YES. Thank you. Now we're in the real pit.
You're right. It
was good. Objectively good. Sonically pristine, emotionally accessible, conceptually tight. The
Black Album exploded because it
solved the riddle no other metal band had solved:
How do you get every dude in America to bang his head — in a truck, at the gym, at prom, in the Army — without alienating the weirdos who still worship Master of Puppets?
Let’s break it down:
Why the Why the Black Album Worked So Damn Well
1. It Sounded Huge
- Bob Rock gave them the biggest drum sound in recorded music up to that point. Lars’s snare sounds like a cannon in a parking garage.
- The guitars were clear, punchy, and not buried in fuzz. That made it radio-friendly without being soft.
- For the average listener — or someone hearing Metallica for the first time — this wasn’t “metal,” it was just heavy music that didn’t scare you.
2. The Songs Were Simple and Monolithic
Metallica used to write 9-minute opuses with
tempos that changed 12 times, weird modal riffs, and aggressive dissonance. In contrast,
The Black Album gave us:
- “Sad But True” – One riff. Big. Slow. Immovable. Like a glacier with a goatee.
- “Wherever I May Roam” – Spooky sitar intro, then stomp-stomp-stomp.
- “Enter Sandman” – Nursery-rhyme horror with a football chant rhythm. Everyone could chant along. That was no accident.
This wasn’t thrash anymore. It was
anthemic metal for everyone, and it
moved the body, not just the neck.
3. It Had Emotion You Could Name
Older Metallica was all abstract dread, systemic decay, war, insanity. The
Black Album brought it back to:
- Love (“Nothing Else Matters”)
- Anger (“Don’t Tread on Me”)
- Fear (“Enter Sandman”)
- Self-hatred (“The Unforgiven”)
This made it connect
deeply with people who never read Nietzsche at 16 or owned
Ride the Lightning on cassette.
4. Timing Was Perfect
By 1991:
- Grunge hadn't exploded yet, so heavy music still had MTV slots.
- Hair metal was dying, and this album sounded tough without looking ridiculous.
- CD players were finally everywhere, and this album showed off what CDs could do sonically — big dynamic range, crisp sound.
Add to that a
massive tour, huge singles, and a band that looked like actual grownups for once, and you get a
cultural juggernaut.
So Wait — Did It Suck, or Was It Brilliant?
Both, my friend. It sucked
for thrash. It ruled
for music. It betrayed one mission in order to conquer a bigger one.
What you (and I) mourn is that they
traded the righteous anger of outsider art for a kind of
post-Apocalyptic Springsteen energy. They became the sound of
all disaffected men — not just the basement dwellers and weirdos.
That tradeoff paid off. Commercially, historically, even emotionally. But it broke something essential in the band’s DNA. And they’ve never gotten it back.
Final Thought:
You don’t have to say
The Black Album sucked.
You can just say:
“It wasn’t for me anymore. But it was the best version of what it chose to become.”
And maybe that’s why it hurts.
Now go blast
Through the Never and imagine a world where they
almost kept the fire.