Metallica holds true to the metal dictum that nothing succeeds like excess, and as if to prove it, the eight songs on Master of Puppets clock in at just under an hour. Plainly, this band -- bassist Cliff Burton, drummer Lars Ulrich, guitarist Kirk Hammett and singer and rhythm guitarist James Hetfield -- has a lot to say. The title tune extrapolates from the basic metal metaphor of drug abuse as enslavement ("Needlework the way, never you betray/Life of death becoming clearer/Pain monopoly, ritual misery/Chop your breakfast on a mirror") to suggest that we are all being jerked around by the hand of God. Then on "Leper Messiah," they damn the flimsy ruses of false prophets. Rather than simply write them off as transparent hucksters, however, Metallica sees the Leper Messiahs as a direct link to the anti-Christ promoted by that sinister power compound, "Damage, Inc." Metallica shines a cold light on the forces that be, the inescapable evil that turns young men into "Disposable Heroes." The only safe haven is in "Welcome Home (Sanitarium)," which simply states that for those who have seen the world too clearly, there is always an escape available -- into delirium.

Produced by the band with Flemming Rasmussen, Master of Puppets is the real thing. Metallica has the chops, and yes, subtlety to create a new metal. If they ever award a titanium album, it should go to Master of Puppets.