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1998. King Buzzo must have worn out "The Piper At The Gates Of Dawn." A few years earlier, he discovered the pleasures of electronic music.
1999: "The Bootlicker." What can we expect from three madmen, who just sixteen years earlier began their process of revolution/revision of a certain type of music, and decide to put their "new" influences and psychedelic tendencies on record? A masterpiece. "The Bootlicker" is essentially this. Their magnum opus of the Ipecac era. A bible from which the Melvins themselves would rarely draw.
Press "play" and you are greeted by a King Buzzo you don't expect. Clean guitars, martial rhythms and pure psychedelia. A rollercoaster ride inaugurated by the brief litany of "Toy" and concluded by the hallucinated and (then) dreamy "Prig." In between, deliriums of feedback, homely, uncanny sounds, and much madness. And let's not be surprised if "Black Santa" pays homage to certain (psycho)industrial atmospheres or if "Jew Boy Flower Head" seems like the acid-addled cousin of "Goose Freight Train." The power of the Melvins is the deconstruction of musical boundaries (read: labels, genres) and with this album, they prove they do it better than anyone else. This is the polaroid of their 1999. But who can imagine what they will become next?
Tracklist Lyrics Samples and Videos
01 Toy (01:10)
TOY
Toy, Toy, Toy, Toy
Toy, Toy, Toy, Toy
Toy, Toy, Toy, Toy
Toy, Toy, Toy, Toy
The simpletons are turnip white
More than all and delicate
Take away the finest falling down
Let it all go
Let it all be low
Be nouse
Make it fit
Throw a fit
Run around and
Find a velvet falling overhead
Looking for my door
05 Up The Dumper (02:22)
UP THE DUMPER
Na-na-na-now
At least then I’m all rested.
I can't deny
I won’t let that harm man in
It won’t be long now,
Still warming you up.
I can’t believe
Enough you Band-Aid girl
Holding me high
You stand there all laugh and
It wont be long 'til I’m holding you more distant
And I got the fever of your ridicule.
Oh, oh.
Time for the pill
In your faulty stomach, you.
Give in my heart
Cross lines with the vial on you.
It wont be long 'til I’m holding you, mouldy stump
And I got the front of all your ridicule
Oh, oh.
09 Prig (08:48)
(acoustic guitar part)
all the hand and other land
and all I’ve done to get along
all the still unopened mail
made me harder than the ground
all that fire illuminate
it left me miles from anywhere
hiding over there
even what I can’t see
I could find in anyone
as long as their in there
I will never fail
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