Metallica Monday

The Monday blues struck a certain chord with the folk on the square mile, but a stone's throw away from the O2 Arena in London.

If every free sheet, tabloid and broadsheet strewn across the tube was to be believed, it was Meltdown Monday, the day when banks burned, hedge funds shrivelled, grown men cried and we all ate our arms and blamed Labour for the world's current economic pickle.

In other news, Metallica put on a two hour fan club show for 20,000 people at £5 a pop to celebrate the release of their ninth LP Death Magnetic.

If that wasn't reason enough to cheer up in this climate, we really don't know what could. We are positively still quite deaf from the experience, so here's the rather gratifying set list:

That Was Just Your Life

The End Of The Line

The Thing That Should Not Be

Of Wolf And Man

One

Broken, Beat & Scarred

Cyanide

Frantic

Until It Sleeps

Wherever I May Roam

For Whom The Bell Tolls

The Day That Never Comes

Master Of Puppets

Blackened

Jump In The Fire

Seek & Destroy

If only all Mondays were made like this...

Richard Wright: RIP

We've just heard the sad news that Richard Wright, Pink Floyd's keyboard player, has died from cancer, aged 65.

He was a founder member of the Floyd and played at every one of their gigs since the band's inception. He also played in David Gilmour and Roger Waters' solo shows.

He released two solo albums; Wet Dream was released in 1978 and Broken China followed 18 years later.

This sad news also finally puts paid to any possible Pink Floyd reunion.

Metallica's Death Magnetic: the verdict

Like the biggest of big Hollywood blockbusters, Metallica's first album in five years, Death Magnetic, was set for a release date all of its own on Friday 12th September, instead of a normal Monday.

Despite what amounts to a military operation against Lars Ulrich's pet hate, music piracy, reports of a French record shop selling copies of the album a week ago, resulting in an inevitable internet leak, were followed today by industry rag Music Week reporting that "the band’s UK label Vertigo has now soft released the set after a number of retailers put it on sale earlier this week." They do point out that "representatives for the band... insist that the release date remains September 12."

We're sure all this isn't out of fear that Glasvegas will beat them to the top spot in the album chart. It's not like Metallica care about charts, is it?

Our four-star review of Death Magnetic is now live anyway.

None of this extra publicity will do the album any harm ahead of their £5-for-charidee jambouree at The 02 on Monday night - and the organisers are turning it into a proper event.

A pre-show party features Guitar Hero action all afternoon (from 2pm) at The O2's sister venue Indigo2, and a post-show party (they like their parties, these metalheads) runs from after the show, as post-show parties tend to, till about 1:30am. We're told that river taxis will continue to run till 2am - a decidedly lush way of getting home after a schoolnight on the lash.

So we're declaring Monday Metallica Day. Unless you live in Berlin, in which case you'll be heading to your own Metallica gathering this very night.

Mercury Prize: Elbow win it

I write this at a gig, not Grosvenor House Hotel, but who in music can ignore the Mercury?

Once again confounding the favourites predictions, this oddball award has proved that there's no point on betting, unless you follow your hunch.

Look at the panel's make-up. They were never going to go for Burial or Portico Quartet.

Elbow have released some stellar albums and subsequently been dumped through their career. The Seldom Seen Kid is a career highlight, supported to the hilt by Polydor's recently excellent press office. Hats off to them; they're doing everything right.

We at musicOMH are in all sorts of ways delighted for Guy Garvey and his crew - the Elbow frontman was a delightful interviewee earlier this year. And he's a dandy advert for black shirts. Three nights at London's Roundhouse later this autumn should prove even hotter for them.

The Mercury's raison d'etre is called into question every year, which provides useful column inches for some publications. But whatever one thinks of the selection process for the judges (only some of whom ever seem to want to be known), it's an excellent advert for the UK's music.

Whatever troubles happen to be facing some in the industry, the Mercury nominees give a useful cross-section of music talent from these isles to a world that loves what we do.