Mastodon: A More Democratic Metal
It’s a testament to Mastodon’s general bad-assery that guitarist Bill Kelliher is able to sound like a metal titan even while picking up his young son from elementary school.
“Harrison, hold Daddy’s hand!” Kelliher calls out in his deep, crushing voice, summoning the power of a less-creepy Darth Vader (Fitting since Kelliher is a Star Wars obsessive and even named his son after Harrison Ford).
Many Mastodon fans probably haven’t even heard the man speak—Kelliher is the band’s rhythm guitarist, holding down the fort with his detuned ballistic riffs, leaving the majority of the nutso prog-rock solos for his bandmate, vocalist/guitarist Brent Hinds. He’s the only member of the quartet who doesn’t sing (“except in the shower,” he says); instead, he lets his neck-breaking fretwork do his talking for him.
For his band’s fifth studio album, The Hunter, Kelliher and the gang have been in “gearing up” mode as of late, convening periodically at their Atlanta rehearsal space in preparation of their upcoming headlining tour and spot on Late Night with David Letterman, where they’ll bust out the hard-charging, no-frills Hunter highlight “Curl of the Burl” (which they’ve rehearsed over 100 times). The songs are slowly coming together from a musical standpoint, but busy schedules and family lives make it tough to be a metal god.
“It seems to be getting harder and harder to get all four of us to concentrate and get in one room for an hour or two,” Kelliher says, balancing his cell phone in one hand and his son’s palm in the other, as they walk to their car in the school parking lot. “We’re all just such busy people, and when you get older, and you have kids and responsibilities, it’s like, ‘When am I going to have time to practice anymore? I have to go pick my kids up and take them to soccer practice and birthday parties and all that shit that we miss when we’re on the road.’”
And when they’re not being dads and husbands and, you know, regular people, they have to wear the hat of road warriors, falling into the new-album-tour grind that drives some bands to the brink of destruction.
“When you are on a touring record cycle—and it seems like things are changing—it’s just this pattern of, ‘OK, this is your new record that’s out. You have to tour for like 13 months on it and play all those songs.’ And once you’re done, you take a little break and then you write a new record, and then you record that and do the same thing all over again. It gets a little stale, honestly. We [just finished] a European tour and only had like 40 minutes every night, so we had to play our heaviest, fastest songs that flow, so we’re playing songs from [2002 debut] Remission, from a little bit of everything. Every band has their ‘hits,’ I guess, that they have to play every night because the fans want to hear them, and for us, it’s like ‘Blood and Thunder,’ ‘Colony of Birchmen,’ ‘March of the Fire Ants.’ Kids want to hear those songs so badly, but for us to play them, for me personally, I can say this now because it’s like the 1,000th, 2000th time I’ve played ‘March of the Fire Ants,’ I’m just like, ‘God, we have to write some new material! We have to get some new blood flowing!’ The songs are great to listen to, but when you have to play it on-cue every night, it’s just good to write some new stuff and have some stuff to look forward to playing. It’s a challenge, you know?”
That recent European jaunt stunted their progress of figuring out how to play their new songs. The Hunter wasn’t exactly a thoroughly thought-out affair where they got all the parts memorized before they recorded. Their last effort—the super dark, sculpted, ’70s-leaning concept album Crack the Skye (which includes a loose narrative involving a galactic-traveling paraplegic, Rasputin, and drummer Brann Dailor’s late sister, Skye, who committed suicide at age 14)—found the band holing up in the studio with veteran rock boardsman Brendan O’Brien, crafting and refining a series of Hinds demos into a spacey, mind-altering suite. For The Hunter (dedicated in name to Hinds’ brother, who tragically passed away during a hunting excursion), Mastodon sought to do two things: utilize more input from everyone else in the band…and relax. As a result, the songs came more naturally; all members were encouraged to throw out any ideas, and the result was nearly two albums’ worth of super eclectic material, ranging from the bruising metal of “Curl” and the powerful “Black Tongue” to the whiplash prog of “Octopus Has No Friends” and “Thickening” to the goofy, lighter-waiving epic “Creature Lives,” which features an arena-styled chant and a spacious arrangement.
Making The Hunter was the opposite of the labored focus of Crack the Skye. Kelliher, for one, sought to make a “go out and punch your mom” record this time around, and that’s pretty much exactly what they’ve done. Songs for the album were written and demoed often live in the studio space (which Kelliher recently had built for the band in order to speed up and simplify their process). Some seeds of tracks were written on the road, during a 2010 tour with Alice in Chains—fooling around with guitars backstage, saving the results on cell phones and laptops. They embraced technology more, too—since the label sought to release “Black Tongue” as the album’s first single, Kelliher was forced to record his blaring solo in a French hotel room: plugging his guitar straight into his laptop and sending off the finished file to be mixed “during the 11th hour.”