Have you heard the news? Metallica are back, baby! The thrash legends are both shrewd and corny enough to choose the week of Easter to release an album they’re selling as a resurrection. 72 Seasons consciously and frequently reaches back into the band’s hallowed past for musical and lyrical references, doing everything it can to conjure up the fuzzy memories the core fanbase has with their earliest work. The album plays like an extended apology for Load, Reload, and St. Anger — and to a lesser extent, the Black Album. (Lulu doesn’t really figure into it.) Does that sound familiar at all?