
For having such an influential, monolithic sound, the Melvins have made a cottage industry out of confounding expectations at every turn. For every celebrated burner likeBullhead, there’s, for example, a noise experiment like Snivlem, not to mention the band’s imaginative back-catalog full of split releases and limited edition ephemera. Their myriad lineup changes, and epic, thematic approach to touring, all while being decidedly down to earth and “econo” (to borrow the Minutemen’s term for the positive exhibition of no-bullshit working class values), have helped shape their status as populist musical terrorists. And the riffs, man, the riffs. On first (more)








