I developed an appreciation for all of their earlier albums, but it seems to me that they hit a sweet spot in ‘89. I was 7 at the time and couldn’t have cared less about this music they called heavy metal. In kindergarten I suppose, a naive kid like most others if they were in a good place. Sometimes I get the notion to travel back in time and hand myself some album or another. “Save it.” For what, exactly? Hell if know. Never mind that I’d be some bearded guy approaching a kindergartner with a Metallica cassette. But if I’d listened to the music at that point in time, even just a song, who knows what might have happened. I might not be here now, writing this. When I think of it that way I dismiss the fantasy and return to where I am. Focus. Listen.