If metal as a unified genre had to die right now, leaving only insular subgenres that don't talk to each other anymore, I think a lot of people would agree that the last great album, the one that rallied metalheads of every stripe, would be Mastodon's Crack the Skye. Mastodon made a mark from the get-go, but they reached a broader, more emotionally resonant level of songwriting after main songwriter Brent Hinds came up with ideas while resting after a bad brain hemorrhage sustained from hitting his head on the pavement during a brawl with System of a Down bassist Shavo Odadjian.
And how did metal start? I don't mean "Led Zeppelin and Steppenwolf were metal", cut that bullshit. Where did real metal start? It started when a Birmingham band called Earth changed their name to Black Sabbath. More precisely, it started when a blues and jazz guitar player by the name of Tony Iommi had to change the way he played to alleviate the pain in his right hand, a vestige of a sheet-metal bending machine accident that took the tips of two of his fingers.
All I'm saying is: in metal, great things happen to those who make the best of getting badly injured. If metal stops here, the albums "Black Sabbath" and "Crack the Skye" are perfect bookends.
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