Lars Ulrich is a jerk.
That is, at this point, an established fact (just ask one of my many cousins – You: “Hey BoomerAlbumReview’s cousin, is Lars Ulrich a jerk?” One of my many, many cousins: “Yeah, Lars Ulrich is a jerk”). Look ’em up, you can find any one of them in the phone book (or on Face Groups or instaGlam or linkedup or the thing that was once known as Twitter but is now reviled as that steaming heap of garbage that smells bad and has zits and is generally of no use to anyone but Elon Musk hisself). Just look up “BoomerAlbumReviw’s cousin” and you’ll find them.
But on this album, he is not a jerk, he is a percussionist (which, it could be argued, plants him thoroughly in the ‘jerk’ world, as those in the the profession are known for their rather antisocial behaviors – Keith Moon anyone?)
But in any event, in this case he is indeed a percussionist, or a drummer, if you prefer that nomenclature.
But the point I’m trying to make, in an extremely roundabout way, is that he isn’t a very good one (drummer, that is). A drum machine has more variablility and personality than in this example. While the rest of the band is doing a bangup job, Lars is stifling them.
Does this resonate with anyone?