...And Justice For All.
Getting this on a shitty cassette at a street stall in Cairo as an impressionable 12 year-old was a real musical epiphany. I was living in East Africa at the time (1988), and music was very hard to come by. Anyone going to the US or Europe would leave with huge wants lists and return with as many tapes as they could get, mostly Metal, hardcore/grindcore and hiphop.
I remember the way I would gather with friends to listen to these amazingly exotic artifacts. Most of the time we'd be up in someone's room listening to whole albums, end-to-end, sometimes three or four times in a row, without uttering a single word. Or ride out on our BMX bikes and listen to things on a beat-up tape player somewhere outdoors. You'd be looking forward to these sessions for days and weeks, and talk about the music for months afterwards.
Now I look around me and there are stacks and stacks of unopened CDs and unplayed vinyl, and a lot of times it's just, 'Ho-hum, another one.'
What a change, and not necessarily one for the better!