This Atlanta, GA quartet has given life to a new kind of metal that canonly be compared to a war machine: it's brutal, massive, unpredictable,and completely devestating. Nothing could possibly equal the intensitythis band puts out without crossing that thin line into the realm ofparody and hilarity. In 2002, Mastodon's Remissionripped into the heart and soul of every kind of metal that'd ever beenheard and combined them to form a claustrophobic ride through chugging,cement-thick guitars, rhythmic abnormalities, and a melodic beauty thatonly the most elite of metalheads have ever been able to pull offwithout making themselves sound tame and absolutely void of any realmenace. Well, if Remission was a head's first dive into the conceptual, dark, and obscure, then Leviathanis a burning purification that adds to the band's alreadyconfrontational sound and removes the obscured elements in favor ofraw, rhythmic punishment. From the second "Blood and Thunder" startsit's obvious that something is different; the guitar that opens thesong is a bare, crunching assault of time signature foreplay andpunkish attitude. Troy Sander's voice, buried in the mix ever soslightly, roars out from behind the volleys of insane drum assaults andflesh-eating guitars that sear through the song like a burning spear.The sounds are far more open, the melody far more acute, and for theirrefusal to stay in the dark underworld of their previous album theyarrive at a new plateau where there is nothing too strange to attempt.Blob-like riffs meet sudden time changes wherein the fastest drum andguitar playing chugs out new and unique melodies only to resolve into acompletely distinct set of movements that somehow match up with therest of the song. The abyssal "Megalodon" is proof that metal can goanywhere and attempt anything. What starts out as an acoustic sparkleof guitar and percussion fornication suddenly turns into thesledge-hammer bursts of screaming and persistent guitar growls... andthen it resolves itself into a riff reminiscient of country music. Itthen suddenly breaks into a marriage of closed, choppy rhythms and theopen melodious sounds of ringing chainsaws and harmonic interruptions.As though this weren't enough to send any metal-loving fan into a fitof epilepsy and confused schizophrenia, the very next song erupts in aflurry of playful guitars and dramatic vocals that can only be matchedby all the emotive qualities of a symphonic composition. The diversitythis band can pull out of their instruments at random is awe-inspiringand quite frankly I've never heard any band do it quite like these fourmusicians can. There's not a song on here that doesn't inspire a kindof "how in the hell did they do that?" feeling. The move from thedensely saturated realm of the psychological Remission to the absolutely infinite and fear-inducing hopelessness of Leviathanwas an entirely beneficial one. Nobody sounds like this band and giventheir technical mastery and knack for keeping the complex and heavyabsolutely accesible, I don't think anyone can even hold a candle tothem. Read More
