Crack The Skye Summarization: Fuck…..dude. Fuck.
Mastodon
Crack The Skye
Crack The Skye
I wasn’t excited about this album at all before it came out. Maybe I’d listened to Blood Mountain a little too much, maybe because I hadn’t been listening to nearly as much metal as I had over the last two and a half years, or maybe it was because Brendan O’Brian was involved. Whatever it may have been, this album was hanging out in the “I’ll get to it whenever, its on the list, but its not a priority” zone and it was not moving off it anytime soon.
Then the rumors about the album being about Rasputin and some other shit and the album went onto the “God I hope this doesn’t turn into a Mars Volta thing” list. The only other album on the list is the next Mars Volta album. And that list is well below the list in the above paragraph.
Then the album art came out. All I saw at the time was “Tonight! At the Planetarium! Lazer Metal!” It wasn’t as iconic as the previous records and I wasn’t pleased. I know what I liked, and I liked old Mastodon. I feared the worst. My shrunken penis was conferring with an underused mattress and they feared the worst.
Then the leak happened. The shitty >128 mp3 scene release came out and I snagged it. First thing. Apparently, I was hoping it was good. It was free, the sound wasn’t what I was hoping for, it was missing a track, but I grabbed it still and started it up one morning on the drive to work. I made it through one song and stopped. Couldn’t listen to anymore. I WAS FUCKING DONE WITH IT!
I was scared. It sounded like Ozzy (good) and I didn’t want to waste weeks listening to a shit rip to get the good one and not nearly appreciate it like it should be appreciated. Like a girlfriend that is way out of your league this is the kind of stuff that needs to be savored when its available at its best. No wasting time after she comes back with herpes or a kid. Hit this when it is at its prime.
So I waited.
It came out.
It was awesome. The Last Baron is secretly what all rock and metal fans want in the back of their mind. Epic. Check. Rifftastic. Check. Hummable, AKA your girlfriend can hum it during BJ time on those special days if she knows it’s important to you. Or to yourself while in a two hour meeting about nothing. CHECK.
You know the rest and I’ll be damned if I know what I can add to the metal community’s analysis to a great album. Get this, turn it up, and dream of what is to come.
