All You Bullheaded Pricks

Like The Melvins? Give us your paragraph-long impressions, remembrances, criticisms, analyses, or insights for our ParaRiffs section in Issue 2, devoted to one of our favorite bands. Leave riffs in the comments section – THANKS!

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One Response to All You Bullheaded Pricks

  1. It was summer in the mid-80s on the Northwest Florida coast, and after a long dry-spell of punk rock shows due to the closing of the all-ages punk establishment The Mix, when the punks in the local DIY scene initiated a series shows at local fraternal organization establishments. On one such night, my friends and I, attended a show in which The Melvins played with hardcore headliners, Doggy Style. After the opening act, a local punk outfit called The Vomit Spots, The Melvins began their performance while the majority of the scene hung outside the fraternal hall in the parking lot, not because they couldn’t afford the $7 cover, but because they immediately hated the music. I stayed inside with a few others and enjoyed being bathed in the hypnotic sounds of The Melvins, which I thought was a lovechild born from a crude coupling between Flipper and Black Sabbath. The sounds were a welcome diviation from the typical hardcore thrash that I usually experienced at shows. The Melvins were on their first national before the release of Gluey Porch Treatments, and I was thrilled that they made it from the Northwest U.S. all the way to the backwater of Northwest Florida. This music was grunge before there was Grunge, literally. The mics were malfunctioning, and Buzz’s singing was often drowned out by the slow, throbbing sludge pouring out of the amps, but the music was captivating and passionate. To this day, when I listen to the Ozma CD (including Gluey Porch Treatments) I vividly recall that summer night when I stood entranced by the heaviness of the tuneage that was created by The Melvins. Few other shows have left a lasting impression on me.
    — Walter F. Croft, his own self

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