The devil may care... in fact he most certainly does

Watching Metallica ‘live’ is like watching the Devil put on a show. The electricity that courses through the crowd, and by that I mean 150,000-odd people, could light up Texas. When the first chord strikes, and Lars’ stick catches the snare for the first time in tandem with Trujillo’s bass – you want to jump out of your skin and scream, as in, death-defying-blood-curdling scream, as in, every-single-cell-of -your body-now-has-the-vocal-strength-of-a-jet-taking-off scream – FAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKK, YEAAAAHHHHH! Then Kirk and James begin. And you are in hell. And you never want to leave. Metallica is the best live act ever.