When he co-founded Metallica, he took that raw pain and turned it into the loudest, fastest music anyone had ever heard. He became the face of thrash metal, writing albums like Master of Puppets that would eventually define a whole generation of outcasts. On stage, he was a force of nature—a leather-clad giant with a voice that sounded like thunder.
He was the primary songwriter and the rhythmic backbone of the band, pushing them from grimy clubs to sold-out stadiums across the planet. But even as the Black Album turned them into the biggest band in the world and songs like Enter Sandman became global hits, the demons from his past were still riding shotgun. The fame and the money couldn’t fill the void left by his childhood, and he started using alcohol and anger to numb the things he wasn’t ready to face.
