Mastodon began with scruffy, bludgeoning, caveman metal. A very, very good caveman metal, mind you, with an ear for hooks and intricacies that trancended stone-age thumping, but now they make cinematic metal. It’s music still befitting the band’s namesake (burly and virtually unstoppable), but refined; festooned in royal jewels as it crushes lives underfoot. A majestic and psychedelicized fury that will no doubt crush you, but has you too transfixed to even attempt to get out of the way. Here they’ve made their White Album in that there’s no unifying theme and a great diversity of mood and stylistic choices. Yet, unlike the Beatles’ sprawling opus, The Hunter was edited down perfectly. It’s highly focused and sounds very much like every song belongs exactly where it is. All killer, no filler as they say. Only two songs break the five minute barrier (barely), so every song is lean and mean, lasting only as long as it takes to drop your jaw and satisfy. Pure ear candy.