The Melvins have made so many better albums that it would be scandalous to recommend this one.
Toasting 30 years of surliness this year, the line-up of Pacific Northwestern sludge-rock absurdists the Melvins has rarely been fixed: if it’s founder member Buzz Osborne plus two grannies on drums, the Melvins it remains. The hook for ‘Tres Cabrones’ is the return of Mike Dillard, the band’s drummer in their embryonic teenage days who later backed Kurt Cobain in pre-Nirvana band Fecal Matter. The initial feeling that this album is destined to be one of their many jokey, disposable ventures dissipates slightly as Osborne’s near-peerless ability with a brain-alteringly great riff takes hold (‘Stump Farmer’ and ‘Walter’s Lips’ excel here). Still, the Melvins have made so many better albums that it would be scandalous to recommend this one.