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"The fucking food is awesome!" Hinds exclaims. "I'm getting fucking fat, dude!"
But courting obesity is just one of the perks of a mammoth tour like this. Emerging from the metal underground, this Atlanta-based prog-metal quartet is playing for the biggest audiences of its career. And while Mastodon may have nothing on its namesake -- a ten-foot-tall, six-ton elephant-like herbivore that roamed North America until it became extinct about 10,000 years ago -- the act is certainly pulling its weight on this colossal tour. But even the growing scale of its concerts hasn't diluted Mastodon's brutality and intensity. If anything, the foursome's energy and enthusiasm has increased. "The bigger the shows get," says Hinds, "the more fun."
The fun began in 1999 in the much humbler venue of Hinds's Georgia basement. Drummer Bränn Dailor and guitarist Bill Kelliher -- both formerly of Today Is the Day and Lethargy -- left their Rochester, New York, home for the warmer climes of Atlanta. Just a few weeks later, they met like-minded progressive metalheads bassist/vocalist Troy Sanders and guitarist/ vocalist Hinds at a High on Fire show at the latter's house.
At the beginning of 2000, the four recorded a demo and began touring as Mastodon. A debut EP, Lifesblood, and the group's first full-length, Remission, hit in the second half of 2001, certifying the outfit as a technically skilled, anvil-heavy force to be reckoned with. Remission's single, "March of the Fire Ants," gained the band MTV2 airplay and a following in the metal mainstream.
While touring in support of Remission, Mastodon came up with the idea of mining one of the classics of American literature for heavy-metal inspiration. As unlikely as it might seem, the band's sophomore full-length, Leviathan, released earlier this year, takes its direction from Moby-Dick, Herman Melville's timeless story of one man's monomaniacal obsession with an elusive whale. While most of us skated through high school on the Cliffs Notes version, Dailor consumed the weighty tome during a forty-hour journey from Hawaii, where he'd just gotten married, to London, where his bandmates awaited him. Struck by Melville's description of the great whale as "the salt-sea Mastodon," Dailor thought it would be funny to shoplift the characters and themes of the masterpiece for a concept album.
"When he arrived," Hinds recalls, "he'd been drinking, and we'd been drinking, and he said, 'Oh, I got the best idea!'" Shortly thereafter, the band set to work writing the songs that would become Leviathan. And a metal masterpiece was born, cementing Mastodon's place in the heavy-metal pantheon. But as any rocker will tell you, a concept album can be a very dangerous thing, an excess of erudition and thematic focus that can easily let the air out of the tires of even the baddest monster truck. However, by approaching the subject matter loosely and creatively, taking plenty of poetic license with Melville's original material and making fierce, muscular rock the first priority, Mastodon manages to sidestep the tar pit of pretension.
"Some of the lyrics are verbatim," Hinds explains, "while others are metaphorically addressing the novel."
It also helps that the band maintains a sense of humor amid the drama. The album's cinematic instrumental closer is called "Joseph Merrick," after the nineteenth-century sideshow freak known as the Elephant Man. With its grand vision, musical breadth and lyrical complexity, Leviathan sounds more like a fourth or fifth album than a second. Though most of the record's ten tracks are well under the five-minute mark, each manages to pack in more molar-rattling riffs and erratic mood swings than the entirety of St. Anger. Hinds and Kelliher squeeze out interwoven, technical fretwork, while Dailor's impossibly athletic drumming and Sanders's woofer-blowing bass drive the ever-changing compositions forward with furious intensity.
The thirteen-minute-plus "Hearts Alive" is the obvious showcase for Mastodon's impressive compositional and motor skills, but even the brief "I Am Ahab," which clocks in under three minutes, spotlights a band whose stunning talent and vision never get in the way of a sincere, merciless ass-kicking. Contributions by Scott Kelly of Neurosis and Clutch's Neil Fallon add even more edgy fuel to the inferno. Every thrum of a guitar string and flutter of a drumstick rings through, thanks to the crystal-clear production of Minus the Bear's Matt Bayles, who has worked with artists from Pearl Jam to These Arms Are Snakes.
"He's one of my really dear friends," says Hinds of Bayles. "We explore a lot of options and spend hours working on sounds together." However, Bayles's willingness to work long hours to get just the right results did have its drawbacks. "He's a total drill sergeant," Hinds says. "Every note you hear on that record, I played over fifty times." Bayles's perfectionism has more than paid off, though, making Leviathan a nearly flawless, brawny paragon of technical metal.
That extreme artistic approach isn't strictly limited to music. When making the recently released video for "Iron Tusk," a song about harpooning the white whale, director Chad Rullman enlisted the help of Atlanta-based performance artists Psychotic Suspensions. In scenes ultimately censored by MTV2 for the video's September debut, the performers strategically thread metal hooks through their skin and are lifted into the air, serving as an unexpected and memorable visual analogy for the song's lyrics.