It’s a family affair — if your family reunion was gatecrashed by the biggest metal band on the planet and they decided to turn your garden tent into ground zero for riffs. That’s what Metallica’s one-off at Stephen’s Talkhouse feels like: a neighbourhood bar suddenly hijacked by giants.
Only Metallica can pull off a show this small yet this seismic. The Hamptons sun is blazing outside, and inside the backyard tent it’s pure furnace heat. No support act. Just 95 minutes of undiluted Metallica, hammering through thirteen of their biggest anthems with the kind of feral joy you don’t get in stadiums. “This reminds us of the club days of course, when we’d get all hot and sweaty. Close and personal. And everyone just having a great time. Super loud. Everyone feels safe, and like they belong,” James Hetfield grins - and he’s not wrong.
