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Rating: This is a damn masterpiece.
That the Melvins were geniuses I had already intuited from a "mainstream" disc like 'Houdini', but it's from here that I reached mystical ecstasy and boundless adoration for this band.
I'm talking about 4 or 5 years ago, when I was sick and tired of listening to phony crap and getting excited over fake rockers popping up like mushrooms, just to sleep with the grunge king's wife and then fall into the most bleak anonymity. But that's another story.
Subsonic jolts and psychedelic delusions, Sabbathian electrified magma, unhealthy skin shredding, mystical ferocity and filthy noise brought to its extreme consequences, running trains have always fascinated me, especially if the crash of the metal is just around the corner. Melvins. Electroretard. Shit Storm. This is pure magma indeed. Noisy ambiance under the sheets. By the way, unlike others, I never skip this track. In fact, I listen to it in perpetual loop, because it excites me too much to listen to a crappy track recorded backwards, with a robotic cyber-trash sound... screw Cornell's vocal extension, screw Vedder's fake flannel shirt.
They made their money; the Melvins churn out art like it was popcorn. Here, but especially in the immense "Youth Of America" by The Wipers, with Buzzo's acid guitar ruling the roost. Few can pass this stuff off as art. Them and a few others. Like the dense and pasty, bastardly industrialized and unhealthy reworkings of "Gluey Porch Treatments" and "Tipping The Lions." Sneaky and wickedly perverse. Madmen or geniuses? Mad geniuses.
But then they drop the unexpected piece, made precisely to reaffirm the concept expressed above, a random "Interstellar Overdrive" overflowing with acids.. well imagine that, I just didn't see it coming.
How graceful are these aborigines of rock 'n' roll in striking the limbs with their clubs..
Yoa
is living in the jungle
fighting for survival
but there's no place to go
Yoa
there's pressure all around
the walls are crumbling down
the walls
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
03 Gluey Porch Treatments (00:47)
You learned how to cry
And how you think you're sorry
You need a little smack of reality
And I'm gonna be
Sick
Now you takes a test
I ask a do you like it?
You takes a pile of boards on a gluey porch
And I laugh
You like too a rapachu a you like chu a rapachu a really low.
04 Revolve (04:20)
Freedom on like stems from walk away
You gotta hold your time
You gotta hit him with the right of way.
Maybe black too far for any like the one seen
In a way it's sane,
Either way it's gotta mean.
Red sister might be chokin'
But I ain't about that kind
Answer me with the rhythm of a body that was born to lose two times.
Hey big bo day
He says deny but you're for tin lie.
Head my shoulder
Big boat deloves, big boat denies.
They might try to hide
But they have to have some more dead sense
You might be rye
Like a ball in the wind.
Poison dandy lifeforms crime
Mix both down cross,
Sticky pedal the line.
The flavor might be missin'
But he acts to cross that anyway
You can bet he can diddle with the promise in the power of another day.
Hey big bo day
He says deny but you're for tin lie.
Head my shoulder
Big boat deloves, big boat denies.
Two of you sold my wallet
One of you stole my tie
Didn't you say that you're watching?
Denied.
Venomous stole in me
Three of you standing by
Didn't you say that you've got it?
Watch me eye.
07 Tipping the Lion (03:47)
Follow lead point to my head
We got Dresden solid dead
I ain't gonna stand leaking from my hand
Don't like the front of me on a mand
Be still the messagly
Distending a modern tale
By phone line
Might have seen
On read by rhyme
The violence stirke and spare
Seems fortified down square
What is the quality reaching low fo side
My tears intendedly bonified
You still motor high
Reach sending a modern tease
Right phone line
High voice tone
Forty lee and four a why
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