July 31, 2010

Hunt and Gather: "Special Melvins Edition," Part 1

"Fish fingers all in a line. The milk bottles stand empty."

In honor of the release of the latest Melvins record, this special edition of Hunt and Gather (in three parts) will celebrate all things Melvins-related - or most, anyhow.
The Melvins are one of the most prolific, innovative and also misunderstood bands of all time. Their willingness to experiment, pushing their own musical boundaries and those of their listeners, along with their (often black) sense of humor has given some the impression that their stranger tracks and albums are some type of insult toward their loyal fans. In print, King Buzzo comes off as grumpy, bitter and sarcastic, whereas in taped interviews he seems jovial, friendly, almost jolly.The band has been mistakenly tossed into the "grunge," genre as a result of praise from the late Kurt Cobain who named them one of his favorite bands. Their inclusion as part of the "Seattle scene," in the early nineties was a double-edged sword, which gave the band more exposure but also forced them to endure the scorn of both record companies, who wanted hits and the live audiences they played for on the major arena tours they opened.
Buzz's description of the band as "Captain Beefheart playing heavy metal," is quite accurate. The band often seem like a group of mad scientists determined to try new and unusual things and challenge the way we think about records and the album format itself. Early influences included Swans, Flipper (abrasive, confrontational and slooooow) and Black Flag's brand of "My War, side 2," sludge.
In the process The band has become iconic, torchbearers for bands who are bizarre, noisy, non-conformist eclectic and strange. A slew of drone, doom, sludge bands like Boris, Sunn O))), Earth, and Sleep, cite the band as influences. They inspired the "heavier than heavy," and "slower than slow," style and then, at times abandoned it in favor of whatever else they felt like doing at the moment, setting more trends and inspiring more movements as they went. Mike Patton eventually gave them a home and free reign artistically, with his Ipecac label and is a frequent collaborator.
Buzz Osbourne ("King Buzzo," to the faithful, "Roger," to ... the taxman and census taker, presumably) started the band in Montesano Washington ,with fellow 19 year-old Matt Lukin on bass and Mike Dillard on drums, taking their name from Buzz's hated supervisor at his job as a grocery clerk. With the addition of powerhouse drummer Dale Crover, they changed their style from fast hardcore punk to what came to be known by some as "sludge," earning a reputation as one of the heaviest bands of all time.
(Above) Matt Lukin
(Below)Dale and Buzz, yearbook photos.
L to R: Dale, Lori Black, Buzz
Buzz, Lori (background)
Dale

26 Songs (1986)
This recording eventually mutated from 6 to 8 to 10 to 26 songs, incorporating bonus demo and comp. material. The full 26 song version, with the cover pictured, is actually an Ipecac release from 2003.
Super raw early material, complete with vinyl hisses and pops. 26 songs may seem a bit like overkill, especially since many tracks are recordings of the same songs from different sessions.
Anyone up to making comparisons may even prefer the rawer demos to the album versions.
Buzz hadn't settled into his early vocal style, yet and "Operation Blessing," is actually a super fast "punk," tune, which is weird. I find that there aren't as many standout tracks on this early stuff and the "Lukin period," isn't as interesting to me as the band's later material, but die-hard fans will want to check it out just the same. I was surprised to hear that the song "Set Me Straight," which was re-recorded for the "Houdini," album, dated this far back, until I heard, "Mangled Demos From 1983," which shows them playing it even before Dale was in the band.

Gluey Porch Treatments (1987)
The band had been together for about three years leading up to this first record. It is the last recording to feature Matt Lukin, who went on to play in Mudhoney after he became frustrated with increasingly complex arrangements.
The band has established it's unique sound already, the riffs slow and sludgy but with very complex and unusual changes, which often centre around Dale's drumming. Dale's playing often revolves less around him keeping a tempo for the rest of the band to follow than it does playing parts completely in sync. the seeming randomness of the riffs is actually the result of extremely tight and disciplined playing and the chaotic arrangements actually the result of extreme structure. Without much knowledge of their writing style, songs seem to be written around drum riffs. The are droning sludgefests "Eye Flys," re-recordings of tracks featured on the "6-26 Songs," - "As It Was," (formerly "Easy As It Was,") and "Steve Instant Newman," formerly "Disinvite." The record sounds like it was recorded live off the floor, with not a lot of obvious production. It is the final culmination of all the preceding demo material.
Ozma (1989)
The debut of Lori "Lorax," Black, daughter of actress Shirley Temple, as the band's new bass player, "Ozma," continues in much the same vein as "Gluey Porch Treatments." They leave behind the murky guitar sound that their many imitators would still retain. It sounds like when I swapped out my pickups. The production is cleaner with more sonic variation. Covers of the slightly modified "Love Theme From Kiss," and The Cars' "Candy-O," as well as experimentation with percussion and vocals add different textures. Complex, chugging, grinding, heavy riffs are still the order of the day but also slow, leaden bursts of sludge (usually under 2 or 3 minutes). "Kool Legged," "Creepy Smell," "Oven," and "Raise a Paw," are all standouts. "Let God Be Your Gardener," features a bit of a change up in style and variations in tempo at various points during songs instead of just lurching back and forth with odd starts and stops jerky stops. "Revulsion," breaks down into weird noisy bits before breaking down to just vocals over drums as it segues into "We Reach." Overall, the improvement quality in material and in sound from Gluey Porch Treatments," is equal to the difference between the Six Songs/demos and "Gluey."

Bullhead (1991)
Opening with the epic "Boris," one of the heaviest songs ever, the pace has been slowed down to a glacial, grinding trudge, tuning down to emit frequencies, capable of jarring fillings loose. "Ligature," is another gargantuan Brontosaurus of a tune. Buzz debuts a different vocal style, unique to this album, contorting his voice from an anguished wail, to a menacing snarl, like he's frothing at the mouth.It's often difficult to understand what he's saying but he seems to really mean it. The weird grunting thing he does at the beginning of "If I Had an Exorcism," sounds like he may have been trying to channel David Yow during this period.
 Elsewhere, the riff from "It's Shoved," sort of reminds me of a Pixies tune, whose name escapes me.  "Anaconda," is another awesome burst of chaotic time changes. The bludgeoning "Zodiac," one of the most aggressive tunes in their repertoire.  The band sounds absolutely rabid.
"Bullhead," is a good midway point between the sound they had come to perfect from their earlier records and the different directions they were starting to branch out into as they continued to carve out their niche as the heaviest on the planet.
It is regarded by many as the peak of this early part of their career and as simply their best by others.
  Eggnog (1991)
One of the most brutal listening experiences committed to tape, I always remember "Eggnog," for the ear-drum splitting blasts of feedback framing the almost straight-ahead punk of "Antioxidote," and un-hinged falsetto metal of "Hog Leg." (The sound is also sampled by Beck in "Beercan.") The influence of this record can especially be heard in bands like Eyehategod, who also make albums you can't listen to on headphones long periods of time. Bands like this make me believe that the "brown note," doesn't actually exist or they'd be using it. "Dude! Check out this new Melvins record. It actually made me shit my pants!"  The churning monolith "Charmicarmicat," rumbles and grinds the album to a  finish, with the sound of tidal waves of sonic vibrations peaking and then collapsing under their sheer weight. "Eggnog," marks the starting point for the bands experimentation with unusual and sometimes grating sounds which highly influenced the genre of noise in general. It is the Melvins at their most irreverent and maniacal.

Lysol (1992)
This release got the boys into a "Carbona Not Glue," lawsuit type situation with the company that makes Lysol, leading to an ordeal, where the album had to be released with a sticker covering up the name, before they pressed it again under the name "Melvins." Hey, giant chemical and solvent manufacturing corporations - people use your products to get high! From turpentine to airplane glue to Mop N Glo, someone somewhere will figure out a way to drink, huff or otherwise ingest it, to give themselves a buzz. That's actually really sad, but threatening to sue bands who make reference to this on albums will not make a difference. Rant over.
This album is Joe Preston's introduction to the band - and his grand finale all wrapped into one, as the only "proper," full band release (he is also featured on one of their three Kiss homage solo albums.)
The juggernaut of "Hung Bunny," slowly builds, led by Dale's sparse, deliberate drumming and
hypnotic chanting. It continues to build and rumble, Joe's bass thundering with speaker-destroying weight. I can imagine idiots who paid to see Primus, throwing garbage at them when they were opened for them on a tour during their major-label fiasco and played this album in it's entirety, much to the chagrin of the guy getting over-anxious to hear "Winona's Big Brown Beaver,"
Just as the song begins to peak it moves into "Roman Bird Dog," as slow as where "Eggnog," left off but fully realized; a lumbering giant of a song, more than a droning soundscape.
Alice Cooper's "Second Coming/The Ballad of Dwight Frye," demonstrates their uncanny ability to play covers that are exactly the same, yet sound completely different from the originals. No messing with arrangements, or changing lyrics, The Melvins completely deconstruct a cover song, simply by playing it.
In their hands, Flippers, "Sacrifice," turns from snotty and angry to a chilling, ominous masterpiece, courtesy of the hugeness of their sound and Buzz's "God of Thunder," vocals.
"Lysol," is probably the album that most inspired the drone/doom metal genre, a style the band would come to be most be identified with, but would quickly abandon on their next recordings.
This record also marks one their first experiments in screwing around with the compact disc format. The CD plays as one gargantuan track, making it tough if you like to use the "shuffle," feature a lot.
This record is essential, a high point for this period and one of their over-all best.

Dale Crover (1992)
The idea of these Kiss-inspired novelty EPs is a lot cooler than the records themselves, as far as I'm concerned.  They mostly serve to let die-hard fans of the band endlessly debate which one they like better Dale's album is often picked as the "Ace Frehley," of the bunch ie; the sleeper pic and over-all favorite. I dunno, it's catchy song-writing but this kind of alternative-pop," sounds a bit dated. The guitars are still light-years heavier than any of the Sub Pop bands, especially on "Hex Me," while "Dead Wipe," is probably the most hooky. Dale, plays all the instruments  showing that he's more than just a great drummer. Really, I could fill up an entire sub-section here of Dale Crover side-projects, from Porn, to Altamont, to Shrinebuilder. The guy is incredibly prolific, whether on guitar, vocals or as just one of the best drummers of all time . One also might want to take into account that the record maybe hasn't aged as well as everything else the Melvins have done. Dale would surpass this record many times over on future solo/side projects.

King Buzzo (1992)
Buzz's solo EP gets the nod from me as the best of the three. It also sounds the most like the Melvins. Buzz made the good choice to recruit Dave Grohl to play drums. "Isabella," is crushingly heavy, with Dave earning his keep on the intro alone. "Porg," sounds like some sort of weird machinery clanging (a lazy Joe Preston-esque recording perhaps) and "Annum," is another really cool tune on the opposite side of the coin. It's interesting that Dale's pop songs sound like grunge, while Buzz's stab at something more melodic sounds very similar to songs he'd record with the full band, many years later. At the time, it was the only song in their catalog like it.  Dave also contributes a story about Scream bass-player, Skeeter Thompson, whipping out his dick to ask Dave if he thinks there's pus coming out of it. Dave's all, like, y'know reading Maximum Rocknroll or some "punk," think. Ah, Dave. You're funny.

Joe Preston (1992)
Joe enjoyed one of the shortest tenures of the band's bass players but gets a lot of attention partially because he just happened to be around during the solo-record period. It's funny to me that Buzz has slammed Joe for not putting any effort into his album and just being lazy, recording whatever crap at the last minute. "The Eagle Has Landed," gives credence to this suggestion as it appears to be a recording of muzak over the sound of a kid having a tantrum, probably from a mall somewhere.
Bricklebrit has more going for it, a preview of his one-man band w/ programmed drums and samples
The last track is an epic drone-fest, which actually sounds a lot like music he continued to make for years after with Earth, Sunn O))), etc. It's sort of weird for someone to call that kind of music "lazy," even if it's not their taste. I mean, some could say the same about "Lysol." I'm not huge into Joe's EP, but I'm not super stoked on listening to Earth letting their instruments feedback and vibrate for an hour and a half. That doesn't mean that their music is somehow not legitimate.


Mangled Demos From 1983 (2005)
For lack of a better place to stick this one, (it doesn't fit with 1983 because it only came out fairly recently but 2005 isn't the right place for it, because it's so damn old). So here it is. The "original," line-up, of The Melvins, before Dale even joined the band, was buzz, Matt Lukin and a guy named Mike Dillard on drums. the first part of this recording is excerpts from a live "Elks Lodge," radio broadcast from something called the "Sunshine kids," telethon. Holy shit. It's super painful hearing the squarest, dorkiest announcers do the intros, interview the band, who sound pre-pubescent, all the while making lame jokes about how the music is going to "clear their sinuses." If you've heard the audio track from the Stooges "peanut butter," show, you get the idea.
One of the announcers actually calls Mike Dillard "the drum-player," before correcting himself and saying "drummer."
Goofy, priceless recordings of humble, humble beginnings.
Onto the music itself, I already mentioned the early, early version of "Set Me Straight," which sounds very similar to the version recorded about 10 years later. Mike Dillard plays well, but pretty much uses the same fast punk beat throughout. Most of the songs are really unremarkable punk stuff, much like the band most of us had at the age of 18. Many of the songs sound exactly the same. There are occasionally very faint glimpses into the glorious future, such as when "Flowers," breaks down into a slow "mosh part," as they used to call them, and it finally starts to sound like the Melvins before a quick four count on the drumsticks and top speed again. Buzz also plays a nice lead somewhere in there.
When it does slow down like on "Matt-Alec," it doesn't really work with Dillard's limiting straightforward rock beat. Then during the studio banter part, as on the track "Hugh," from 26 songs, the listener is reminded that they're actually young children. 

Stay tuned for Part 2 : The Atlantic Years!

July 29, 2010

Live Fast/Die Fast Comes Alive!: "NoMeansNo - Live + Cuddly"

"My head's not empty, it's full with my brain.
The thoughts I'm thinking, like piss down a drain."
Is It Really Live?


 Yes.
Is It Official?
Yes. Alternative Tentacles release but out of print.
Where Was It Recorded?
 Live at the Vera, Groningen and Effenaar, Eindhoven, Holland, Spring 1990
What are the Details?
 Recorded on what I believe was the "Wrong," tour, in Holland, where Andy Kerr eventually decided to settle after he left the band and got married a couple of years later.
 The band is so tight and note perfect that it doesn't make this recording super essential if you got the original albums. The song selection is from,"Wrong," "Small Parts," "The Day Everything Became Nothing," and "Sex Mad," and "You Kill Me," all of which can be purchased on 3 CDs, since the last 4 are paired with each other. Andy's banter during the middle section of "Two Lips Too Lungs and One Tongue," and the weird announcer intro are the only real standouts. It's a testament to a great live band but not a record I'd find myself compelled to listen to very often.
The Set:
  1. It's Catching Up
  2. Two Lips, Two Lungs And One Tongue
  3. Rags and Bones
  4. Body Bag
  5. Brother Rat
  6. What Slayde Says
  7. Some Bodies
  8. Teresa, Give Me That Knife
  9. Victory
  10. Dark Ages
  11. The End Of All Things
  12. The Day Everything Became Nothing
  13. Dead Souls
  14. Metronome
  15. No Fucking

July 20, 2010

Things I've Learned From Pro Wrestling

"Can you hear the war cry? It's time to enlist."
IRS: "Shifty Accountants"
IRS's full name is Irwin R. Schyster, which, I guess, pretty much dictated his future career path. His intimidation techniques were along the line of "If I can't beat you up, I'll cripple you financially!"
He also made the poor decision - I think - to wrestle wearing loafers, suspenders and a tie.
At some point, you'd think someone would want to grab that tie and say... pull him around by the neck with it. Anyhow, IRS was one of a number of wrestlers who seemed to actually have day jobs (dogcatcher, garbage man, cowboy) and just said, "Fuck it, I just spent a long day at work, I'm not going to bother getting changed to wrestle."
This phenomenon also speaks to hard financial times; "Not only do I have to wrestle big dudes who wanna hurt me, I have to go out and be a fuckin' garbage man during the day." Brutal!
Bam Bam Bigelow: "Tattooed People"
This guy is pretty old-school with the whole "giant-head-tattoo," thing. Of course nowadays you see kids at the mall that look like this, all the time, but back in the 80's, Bammer looked like he belonged in the circus or something.
His tattoo also sort of made it look like he had hair on his head. It is a tattoo of flames, actually, which made it look like he had hair made of fire.
Steve Austin: "Rednecks"
Okay, check it out; before I even mention Steve Austin, I want to tell you about this other guy called The Sandman, who was a pretty awesome wrestler, except for the actual wrestling part. The Sandman used to walk to the ring to the tune "Enter Sandman," by Metallica, which seemed appropriate because he was "The Sandman," and he was ... "entering." The thing is, he'd wait until the entire song was finished before he got to the ring. It's not the longest song in the world but that's still a pretty  long walk.
So, his ring outfit was pretty much just a t-shirt, some track pants and sneakers, so you could easily havebeen sitting on the couch watching The Sandman, while wearing the exact same thing he was. So the Sandman's "gimmick," I guess was that he was a super unwholesome type of dude, so he would saunter down to the ring to Metallica, smoking a cigarette. Sometimes he would smoke more than one and I'm not talking Andrew Dice Clay style, lighting it, waving it around for a bit, then throwing it away; I mean actually smoking it. There's more - he would actually drink beer on his way to the ring. He'd bring cans of Budweiser with him, crack a beer and pour the whole thing over his head, into his mouth, without hardly spilling a drop: impressive. He would sometimes drink as many as 3 full beers before the music stopped and then take the empty cans and smash them on his already-scarred-up forehead, 'til he was bleeding; an excellent strategy, I think. It says to your opponent "You want to smash me over the head? You wanna split my forehead open until I'm bleeding? Well I already did that to myself, so what else are you gonna do?"
Now, after all this drinking and smoking, he still had to stagger to the ring and try to wrestle. Try this sometime. Put "Enter Sandman," on the stereo and try to guzzle 3 entire beers before it's over. Then,  for the hell of it, smash yourself in the forehead with the empty cans, until you're bleeding. You will be well on your way to getting fucked up.
So, Sandman would pretty much stumble around the ring, sauced, between attempts to do ridiculous things, like wrap barbed wire around himself and jump off the top rope onto people. Not sure why this is a good idea.
So, enter Mr. Austin. His whole deal is that he's a redneck, beer-drinking type guy who gives people the finger. He starts bringing beer to the ring and doing roughly the same thing, except he basically smashes beers together making them foam up all over the place and pours them all over his face and down his shirt. What's the point of this other than wasting beer? Why dump beer all over yourself  and not get any in your mouth?
I've heard of smoking things and not inhaling, but drinking and not swallowing? Dumb.
Sgt. Slaughter: "Marines "
Sgt Slaughter loves freedom so much he went to war and killed a bunch of people who hate it. He is pretty fat and old but has the power of America behind him. He calls people "maggots" and also calls wrestlers from communist countries "pinkos," which is something I've only ever heard Archie Bunker say.
Sarge is usually called upon to beat the crap out of various foreigners that threaten America and America's glorious freedom.
I never actually heard Sarge use the word "sand-nigger," but I could tell that he was thinking it a bunch.
Mr. Perfect: "Arrogant Jerks"
Mr. Perfect is pretty much just a cocky asshole. He used to demonstrate his perfection by throwing a towel behind his back and catching it somehow. He used to also chew gum and spit it out of his mouth, then slap it out of the air with his hand. Needless to say, as a kid, I started to do this all the time. I would chew gum just so I could spit it out and slap it out of the air. I figure I connected roughly 75-80% of the time. I must have looked like quite an idiot spitting gum everywhere.

July 6, 2010

The Awesome Hall of Fame and The Hall of Total Bullshit

"I say buzz, buzz, buzz and it's just because..."
Awesome Hall of Fame: G20 Resistance
I never thought I'd say this, but way to show the rest of Canada how it's done, Toronto
This little "Cop-Car-beque"  seems more than deserved, after the Toronto PD essentially declared war on their own citizens, brutally assaulting countless unarmed, peaceful protesters. Youtube it. It's disgusting.
Hall of Total Bullshit: Dude with Ponytail
Look, I can understand that a long-haired person might have a good reason to tie their hair back from time to time, like operating a band-saw or working at a deep-fryer. But if you wear your hair in a ponytail more that 20% of the time or for a reason purely aesthetic rather than practical, you are a totally annoying piece of shit and I hate you.

Awesome Hall of Fame: French-Toast Jesus
If I were Jesus, I would definitely return to the earth in french-toast form. Yum!
Hall of Total Bullshit: Wreck Beach
Like saggy old man balls? Enjoy!
Awesome Hall of Fame: Cock Sauce
Tastes as good as it sounds.
Hall of Total Bullshit: Bike Shorts
Does spandex make you so much more aerodynamic that we need to clearly see the outline of your junk? Is wind-resistance such a detriment to your cycling experience? Grab some shame.
Awesome Hall of Fame: Death Race 2000
Roger Corman's Citizen Kane.
Hall of Total Bullshit: Suicide Girls
Wow! It's just like porn with more piercings and tattoos so it's more "emo." That's ... stupid.
I bet you all have a stupid name like "Blayze," or "Rayven," or "Anastasya," with a whole bunch of extraneous "z's" and "y's,"  in it.
"What's that you say? Fall Out Boy is your favorite punk band? That's super. Go huff a bullet, please."
Awesome Hall of Fame: Jager Bomb
Let's break this one down, if we may; Red Bull? Disgusting. Jagermeister? - an acquired taste. I had a real soft spot for this strange German elixir, until it flooded the North American market, making me and everyone else, sick of it. Then Jager began sponsoring every terrible metal band known to man. (Mudvayne anyone?)
Still, for some reason, if you drop a shot of Jagermeister into glass of Red Bull, I will drink it every single time.
Hall of Total Bullshit: CGI
Sorry, CGI, you always look fake as hell. Whatever happened to using good old-fashioned Muppets, the way God intended.

July 4, 2010

The Earth's Greatest Album Covers ...Ever! - "Accept - Balls To The Wall"

"If it's tires you want, they've got a lot for you. Dunlop Firestone, Pirelli too."
Another stellar addition to our "unintentionally gay," collection, this German metal band from the 80's were shocked that their macho cover imagery could have somehow been misinterpreted.

"So it's a close-up of the inner thigh of a dude in leather and short shorts, who appears to be grabbing some sort of large ball... What?"