Metallica – Death Magnetic (2008)

For a bunch of men in their forties (apart from Trujillo, who still isn’t exactly a teenager) to revisit their roots in such a vivid, technically demanding, and utterly manic manner, to erase over twenty years of their back catalogue and jump straight back into their prime, they manage to sound as important, world dominating and utterly awesome as they did in 1986. Even the artwork astounds me. This truly is a return to form, a phoenix arising from the ashes of the monster spawned in the wake of ‘Enter Sandman’. They’ve come full circle, and it’s been worth the wait.