I was going to just give it three stars, and say "and a half" at the beginning of this review, but I reconsidered, and decided it does actually deserve the fourth star. This is (hopefully) going to be kind of a long review (if anyone is actually reading my reviews, I realise I've left several hanging with "More To Follow" or "I'll write a long review later" or whatever; hopefully that won't be the case this time), and it might take me several tries to finish it...
In December of 1985, I had just been thrown out of Michigan Lutheran Seminary, a boarding school in Saginaw, Michigan, where I had gone to start the long, difficult road toward ordination as a priest of God (i.e. a pastor) in the Wisconsin Evangelical Lutheran Synod. In the WELS, at least at that time, one of the requirements for ordination was fluency (or at least a passing grade) in several different languages, both ancient and modern. In addition to English, these were: German, Latin, Greek, Hebrew, Aramaic and at least one more modern language of the student's choice. The first translation exercise in our Latin textbook was titled "STULTUS ASINUS" which I of course translated colloquially as "Dumb-ass". In addition to that, I got in one of the first of many arguments (in this case with my English teacher, Professor Zeiger) about the purposeful mis-translation of Song of Solomon chapter 7, verse 2 which appears in the Bible (KJV) as follows: "Thy navel is like a round goblet which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like a heap of wheat set about with lilies". My understanding is that the translation of the second word in the verse was rendered as "navel" despite the fact that the original Aramaic word referred to a portion of the feminine anatomy located further South... Anyway, that argument ended with me being kicked out of Zeiger's class permanently; several fistfights didn't help either, and my defenestration (a word I learned in Latin class) followed rather quickly. I was soon enrolled in Huron Valley Lutheran High School, in the western suburbs of Detroit, which is where I was when I discovered Megadeth. This was appropriate in a weird sort of way; I only recently discovered that both Dave Mustaine & Megadeth bassist David Ellefson were baptised in the Lutheran faith (Ellefson was raised in and still belongs to the LCMS; I'm not sure about Mustaine- his mother was born & raised in Germany, and so presumably came from an EKD background, but that probably had little bearing on her choice of denomination here in the States)...
I don't remember where I got it, or even which publication it was, but I was reading a music magazine one morning while waiting for school to start, and came across an article about this new band formed by the notorious original lead guitarist of Metallica, who had been defenestrated, so to speak, from that band immediately before they recorded their first album. Metallica were already at that time well on their way to becoming one of the most popular & well-known heavy metal bands ever. I had not heard any of the Metallica demos (which featured Dave Mustaine on lead guitar) at that point, only their first two LPs, and unlike many of my contemporaries I had not been particularly impressed. The reason I wasn't all that impressed by Metallica was probably the fact that my musical taste was just like everything else about me, i.e. not like everyone else. I've never consciously tried to be weird & eccentric & not fit in; hell, for roughly the first 13 years of my life it was the reverse. The simple truth is that I really sucked at conforming. I simply couldn't comprehend why everyone else didn't see things the way I did (they call it "high-functioning autism" now, a label with which I'm not exactly thrilled), and by the time I was 13, I figured I had two choices: 1.) continue trying, and spectacularly failing, at being "normal" (or pretending I was, usually failing at that as well); or 2.) make a final decision that my just barely teenage ass was right and everyone else was not only wrong, but totally fucked up in the head, and that the whole fucking world could go take a flying fuck at itself, and I should live by my own fucking rules from then on. I really didn't have much choice at all- option number one was a straight slide to hell, both literally & figuratively. The point of all this, though, is that unlike normal people my age (even most of my fellow musicians), my musical taste didn't go chronologically from oldies/classic rock, and, as I got older, to hard rock/heavy metal, and either stop or go from there to punk/hardcore. Unlike most of my friends' parents, mine didn't really listen to much rock'n'roll at all (not the "normal" kind, at any rate, though with one exception- my mother did turn me on to the Beatles). My father's musical taste was fairly eccentric; his favorite music was that of Leonard Cohen, Lightnin' Hopkins, Big Mama Thornton, the Clancy Brothers, John Lee Hooker, Mireille Mathieu, Son House and a lot of other blues, folk, doo-wop (like the Platters, the Drifters, Frankie Lymon, Speedo & the Cadillacs) or just bizarre unclassifiable stuff. I ended up loving all of the above just as much as my father did. My mother, God bless her, owned two Miles Davis LPs, which she played for me one day when I was about 4 years old: 'Kind Of Blue' followed by 'Sketches Of Spain'. I was in absolute fucking awe; it was the most beautiful music I had ever heard, and I begged her to play those records again & again & again... When we were in the car, we either listened to a blues station from Chicago, or if that wasn't on, a pop/r & b station that played a ton of Motown artists along with the Impressions, Ike & Tina Turner, the Ronettes, Fats Domino, Mitch Ryder, Chuck Berry, Sam Cooke, early Beatles & 'Stones, the Chi-lites, the Stylistics etc. During the mid-to-late 1970s, when many kids my age were getting heavily into KISS, I was completely uninterested. Around 1980-81, I discovered funk, punk and the newborn illegitimate child from their miscegenation, rap. Aside from Black Sabbath & Motorhead, both of whom I had been exposed to through punk, I hadn't ever listened to heavy metal per se, or really even much hard rock. One of the reasons a lot of people in the punk scene, myself included, sort of looked down on heavy metal & its fans is that so many people in the metal scene seemed so stupid & ignorant; we were arrogant enough to think that we were far above them in terms of both taste & intelligence, and all the demons & sorcery type lyrics of metal artists like Ronnie James Dio or Cirith Ungol make me roll my eyes in exasperation even now (having said that, one of the few heavy metal albums I still listen to is the first one by German thrash-metal pioneers Kreator, 'Endless Pain'. Yes, the lyrics are hilariously bad, but they are great, too, in a strange sort of way; also, when Mille Petrozza, the band's vocalist/guitarist & leader wrote those lyrics, he couldn't speak English worth a damn. Even nearly a decade later, when I interviewed him during Kreator's 'Extreme Aggression' tour, his English was so bad that I had to use my equally bad German in order to conduct an interview. Somehow, we managed to communicate, but believe me, transcribing that tape was strange to say the least). Also, if you've been listening to Parliament and Miles Davis and Jimi Hendrix and so on, the musicianship of even the most technically brilliant heavy metal bands is unlikely to impress you, especially if you do not have any real understanding of how hard it is to play music at that level.
Anyway, there I was reading the magazine to kill time before school, and Dave Mustaine was describing Megadeth as "jazz-metal" and talking about how much he loved the band FEAR, who were one of my favorite bands at the time. That was surprising enough, but he also mentioned books he was reading and/or had read, stated that he wanted to inspire his fans to read books, and made a few incisive comments about politics & culture that really impressed me. I found all this enormously intriguing; it was as though someone had designed a thrash-metal band specifically in such a way that it would appeal to me. Later that week, I got some money from my bank account (I was making pretty good money delivering newspapers at the time), and bought a copy of Megadeth's first LP, 'Killing Is My Business... ...And Business Is Good!'. When I got home, and put the record on my father's old stereo (which he had just given to me), I was completely blown away. The funny thing is, I should have suspected as soon as I dropped the needle onto the record that Mustaine, at least, had a Lutheran background. Why? Because the very first section of the opening track, 'Last Rites', is a short instrumental piece that was essentially ripped off from Johann Sebastian Bach's 'Toccata and Fugue in D minor', which is used as "recessional" music by practically every Lutheran church organist in the world. I'm sure I must have heard that music literally thousands of times walking out of church while I was growing up. One of the amusing aspects of this is that I suspect most musicians (at least those of us who were exposed to the European classical tradition as children) have "borrowed", if not outright stolen, bits of music from Bach (or Beethoven, or Mozart, or Handel, or Paganini, or even Palestrina); I certainly did. In my case, I adapted a bit of music in almost exactly the same way Mustaine did, except that the source was one of the piano pieces in Bach's 'The Well-Tempered Clavier'. I haven't found a way to use it yet, but maybe I will some day... Anyway, as I was saying, I was completely blown away when I played the record. The songs were extraordinary, featuring breakneck changes played with blistering speed. Mustaine snarled the vocals like a punk singer, and his style of guitar playing was different from anything I'd ever heard before, absolutely unique and incredibly cool. Chris Poland's playing was brilliant, bluesy and totally unlike the usual metal lead guitar styles. From my perspective, one of the coolest things was David Ellefson's bass playing. One of the key differences between punk & metal is that, with few exceptions (like Black Sabbath & Iron Maiden), most punk is bass-driven, and most heavy metal is guitar-driven. Especially at that time, most metal bass players simply doubled the rhythm guitar part, or even worse simply played the root note of each chord, most often in the simplistic form of quarter notes. That was not the case with Megadeth; Ellefson did play the incredibly fast and complex riffs along with the guitars some of the time, but he also threw in a lot of quick, jazzy, staccato fills that were more reminiscent of Dave Holland or Miroslav Vitous (or even Jaco Pastorius) than anything in metal up to that point. As cool as Ellefson's playing was, however, easily the best thing about the music was Gar Samuelson's drumming. As a bass player, I consider myself to be something of a connoisseur of drumming & drummers, and the late Gar Samuelson (February 18, 1958-July 22, 1999; R.I.P.) is still one of the best drummers I've ever heard, and one of my favorite drummers even now, after more than 30 years. Not only did he play all over the kit with almost unbelievable speed & precision and punctuate the music with absolutely insane, intricate fills & flurries that were always dead-on in terms of timekeeping, but the really amazing thing was that no matter how fast the tempo or how intense & extravagant his playing was, he always managed to give the impression of a relaxed, loping feel- in other words, as formidable as his technical chops were, he had absolutely impeccable swing to match. Like the rest of the band, his playing had only minimal resemblance to anything else in heavy metal; it was much more reminiscent stylistically of Billy Cobham (unsurprisingly, I later learned that Cobham was one of his main influences) or Alphonse Mouzon. I'd like to say something here about the original cover design of that album. Both Mustaine & Ellefson have stated multiple times, including in their respective memoirs, that they always hated it. I find that somewhat amusing, because I've always quite liked it; I particularly like the font used for the band's name on the original cover. It may be due to the fact that my perspective was (and to some extent still is) that of a punk rocker, but the fact that the cover art looks "low budget" not only didn't bother me, but I thought it actually enhanced the band's credibility & "street credentials" to some extent. 'Killing Is My Business... ...And Business Is Good!' is still one of my favorite records all these years later (one of only a tiny handful of heavy metal albums I still listen to regularly), and I was actually disappointed in the re-mixed, re-mastered version which was released in 2002. I thought the more "modern" mix did a disservice to the original recording. I am not a big fan of the "modern" production style in general; my personal view is that placing the vocals way up front in the mix is not only lazy, but in many cases, such as this one, it is inappropriate and even destructive. The version of 'These Boots' with the lyrics beeped out was damned near unlistenable, and as much as I liked their version of the song and regretted its absence from the 1990 cd, including it in that ridiculous form was pointless and infantile. The replacement cover art was also not to my taste; I thought it was considerably worse, and looked even more "low budget" than the original.
It was only nine months, but it seemed to my not-quite-16-year-old self that it took a really long time for the second Megadeth LP to be released; in the meantime I read everything I could find about the band (which wasn't much), and tried to find a copy of the Metallica demo, 'No Life Til Leather', which had been recorded in July, 1982 while Dave Mustaine was still the lead guitarist in that band. Eventually I got my hands on a bootleg copy, on vinyl no less (it originally had only existed on cassette), pressed over some weird Euro-metal band's album and with artwork lifted from various legitimate Metallica releases. The sound quality was far from perfect, but it was certainly listenable; by bootleg standards not bad at all. The music itself was something of a revelation- after hearing it, I totally understood why it had made such an enormous impact and become so legendary. For starters, the songs (all of which were re-recorded for the first Metallica LP, 'Kill 'Em All', although several were slightly modified in an apparent attempt to portray Mustaine's contribution as minimal, and to obtain a larger share of publishing for Lars Ulrich & James Hetfield) were played noticeably faster, and even though the band is clearly still rough around the edges, and even with Ron McGovney on bass instead of Cliff Burton, the demos convey far more excitement than the more polished recordings on the LP. In large part, this excitement is due to the fact that Dave Mustaine's spectacular, right on the edge of out-of-control lead guitar work, even though his style was not yet fully developed, is so visceral & wild that it sounds as though the fret-board of his guitar might burst into flames at any moment. I've got nothing against Kirk Hammett; he has developed into an excellent guitarist over the years, with his own unique & interesting way of integrating blues influences into his particular approach to thrash metal lead guitar style. In addition to that, he is by all accounts a genuinely nice guy. However, when he took over the lead guitar chair in Metallica, replacing Mustaine, he was not yet up to the job. If you like Metallica but have never listened to 'No Life Til Leather' (or the other early recordings), take my advice- you ought to rectify that as soon as possible. All the early Metallica recordings are easily available in various places on the internet; do yourself a favor and check them out. (More to follow... This fucking diarrhea of the keyboard has a point, I promise!)