What do you say about seeing the Melvins live ? What summarizes the event adequately ? I think perhaps the most accurate description lies between sweaty, dark, sludgy and loud - and I mean ignorantly LOUD!
The Melvins are in a category like few others that really beckons many a spectator forward simply for the spectacle if nothing more. The Melvins are Kings of a fallen civilization that was the sludge grunge scene that grew to fame with most notables such as Alice In Chains, Nirvana, Soundgarden, TAD and Mudhoney - among these the Melvins were plying their trade which in the wake of their own success paved the road for those yet to come. Arguably the case can be made that Nirvana will always be the grunge icon - I contest this as King Buzzo of the Melvins was the initiating force that introduced the now famous Krist Novoselic and Kurt Cobain to Dave Grohl and brought about the creation of Nirvana. The Melvins are the Genesis - the Alpha and the Omega.
The music as always at any Melvins show is, was and will be loud - last night was no different. The Union Hall in Edmonton was comfortably full without that uneasy capacity level. It was a chilled out older refined punker crowd peppered with some youthful exuberance and moshing but really Melvins shows are less about the mosh pit and more about watching King Buzzo et al absolutely lay waste to the stage and audience. From hits spanning the decades the onslaught began and with intermittent hints of coherency through the deafening feedback it was an amazing show.
With seizure like rhythm and spine snapping accuracy KIng Buzzo rallies the crowd under his silver backed mushroom cloud of hair, his guitar playing on point in a seek and destroy mission. The bass line of Stephen Shane MacDonald sending deep visceral meat grinding chords through your central nervous system that sends nerve endings twitching. The drums of Dale Crover are nothing short of spectacular as this tiny man defies explanation and sends his Paiste cymbals blistering in pain.
Photographically, the Melvins will leave you cursing deeply under your breath. The red lights a wash from start to finish and until the knockout round; there is no successful navigation. It is tough for even the seasoned pro's. After nailing several key shots, the show ended in a cacophony of colossal feedback and muffled screams from a victimized crowd laying twitching and beaten. The Melvins were done, it's time to move on. Copache rides again!