(review by Neil Crud)
Whereas the backroom of The Dudley Arms is more my domain where you can see the bloodshot whites of a band’s eyes, the opportunity to see Metallica was one I couldn’t let slip. Not that I’ve ever been a fan of the band, they passed me by while I was plying my (non)trade in 4Q, playing grimy pubs and clubs across the country. The closest I got to this mutated form of thrash was supporting the likes of Cerebral Fix, Bolt thrower, Carnage and Metal Duck. So to enter the arena that is the MEN where the band definitely isn’t within spitting distance was quite a culture shock.