⚖️ Offer Up Your Best Defense, But This Is the End... Of the Innocence 🕊
There is something deeply poetic about Metallica landing in Las Vegas with a full-scale installation. Not a tour stop. Not a quick residency. An installation. Like fine art. Like climate control is required. Like somewhere a museum curator is whispering, “Do not tap on the Lars.” For older pop music fans, this feels like watching your slightly dangerous high school boyfriend become a luxury brand. These were the men who gave us Master of Puppets , who scared parents, and melted faces. And now? They are part of the Vegas experience, somewhere between immersive art and high-end buffet. Honestly, it’s beautiful. Because if you’ve followed their career long enough, you know there is one ghost that hovers over every chord they play: Napster . Yes. That Napster. Back in 2000, when the internet was still in its infancy and we all thought downloading one song wouldn't collapse civilization, Metallica took a stand. A loud stand. A very litigated stand. They were furious that t...