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Watch Pepper by #buttholesurfers and tell me the lead singer doesn't remind you of #WeirdAl -
i bet most of you don't know that i created and released a butthole surfers remix cassette tape back in 2009.
i emailed the band, offered them tapes. they weren't interested. but here you go.
https://somnaphon.bandcamp.com/album/gods-favorite-playmate-butthole-surfers-remixes
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This week's #ThursdayFiveList theme is #AlliterativeTitle. Had to dig a bit, but found five bangers.
Restraining Order - Future Fortune
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A4KuovpzlY8Cannibal Corpse - Caged... Contorted
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MMtUWZgwtroKMFDM - Juke Joint Jezebel
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=91w6Q2tytLcRamones - Bad Brain
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WI_12UC2tp8Butthole Surfers - Dust Devil
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mmiLPlB-MoY#punk #PunkRock #metal #DeathMetal #psych #Ramones #CannibalCorpse #ButtholeSurfers #KMFDM
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This week's #ThursdayFiveList theme is #AlliterativeTitle. Had to dig a bit, but found five bangers.
Restraining Order - Future Fortune
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A4KuovpzlY8Cannibal Corpse - Caged... Contorted
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MMtUWZgwtroKMFDM - Juke Joint Jezebel
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=91w6Q2tytLcRamones - Bad Brain
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WI_12UC2tp8Butthole Surfers - Dust Devil
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mmiLPlB-MoY#punk #PunkRock #metal #DeathMetal #psych #Ramones #CannibalCorpse #ButtholeSurfers #KMFDM
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This week's #ThursdayFiveList theme is #AlliterativeTitle. Had to dig a bit, but found five bangers.
Restraining Order - Future Fortune
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A4KuovpzlY8Cannibal Corpse - Caged... Contorted
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MMtUWZgwtroKMFDM - Juke Joint Jezebel
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=91w6Q2tytLcRamones - Bad Brain
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WI_12UC2tp8Butthole Surfers - Dust Devil
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mmiLPlB-MoY#punk #PunkRock #metal #DeathMetal #psych #Ramones #CannibalCorpse #ButtholeSurfers #KMFDM
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This week's #ThursdayFiveList theme is #AlliterativeTitle. Had to dig a bit, but found five bangers.
Restraining Order - Future Fortune
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A4KuovpzlY8Cannibal Corpse - Caged... Contorted
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MMtUWZgwtroKMFDM - Juke Joint Jezebel
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=91w6Q2tytLcRamones - Bad Brain
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WI_12UC2tp8Butthole Surfers - Dust Devil
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mmiLPlB-MoY#punk #PunkRock #metal #DeathMetal #psych #Ramones #CannibalCorpse #ButtholeSurfers #KMFDM
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This week's #ThursdayFiveList theme is #AlliterativeTitle. Had to dig a bit, but found five bangers.
Restraining Order - Future Fortune
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A4KuovpzlY8Cannibal Corpse - Caged... Contorted
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MMtUWZgwtroKMFDM - Juke Joint Jezebel
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=91w6Q2tytLcRamones - Bad Brain
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WI_12UC2tp8Butthole Surfers - Dust Devil
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mmiLPlB-MoY#punk #PunkRock #metal #DeathMetal #psych #Ramones #CannibalCorpse #ButtholeSurfers #KMFDM
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2025 in Music
According to Soundcloud I spent most of my time listening to various shows on Afropop Worldwide, Rinse FM and Sleep’s Dopesmoker. All of which made on appearance on previous years lists. The new addition for 2025 was Jay Electronica’s “A Written Testimony” EP trilogy (?). Which is to say, compared to last year, my Soundcloud list is about the same, while a quick review of my history/timeline for a few other platforms indicates I’ve still been repping lots of Bad Bunny, KEXP, LaRussell, Tiny Desk and Western AF. What is perhaps most interesting about that is that 90% of my Soundcloud time is logged from my work-station. Illustrative of how each platform has a distinct vibe/represents a particular set of activities and their corresponding soundtrack. So John Carroll Kirby was still a top artist (Tuscany serving as a regular soundtrack for family dinners) and I listened to about the same amount of Alice Coltrane (mostly while keeping up my yoga practice) and Keith Hudson (while hanging outside/working in the yard).
Some new favorites were Eladio Carrion, Hugh Mundell, LA LOM and as already mentioned I played this track repeatedly. One growing trend is a return to alt and 90s rock (Fugazi, Nirvana et al.), mostly as a result of trying to find music all three of us (my son, wife and I) can agree on. Especially, when in the car together. As he has mostly moved on from the Raffi of a year or two ago to preferring more guitar heavy, rock-n-roll sounds.
In terms of concerts, Bitchin Baja’s and Prairiewolf at GLOB were a blast and included a bonus hang-night with a buddy visiting from West Cost. While the first night of Denver Metal & Beer Fest with my BIL was fun and the surprise for me was OKC based Chat Pile. Plus, he and I caught a couple of great sets at the 2025 Bluegrass on the Arkansas (in Salida, CO), including night one’s closer, Magoo.
While I listen primarily to digital-streaming, I did make an effort to dig into my vinyl collection more. Especially, in the second half of the year. There were also a handful of records added to the collection this year, with the best being World Psychedelic Classics 4: Nobody Can Live Forever – The Existential Soul of Tim Maia and 400% Dynamite Ska, Soul, Rocksteady, Funk and Dub in Jamaica, both gifted by friends. The former has been on heavy rotation for at least last few years so I was pumped to unexpectedly get my own copy and while I wasn’t aware of the later, it is chock full of classics! In terms of my own finds, I managed to find 1 or 2 LPs from Kris Kristofferson and Willie Nelson.
Otherwise, I still use an old dedicated MP3 music player for running and it’s library hasn’t been updated in some years. It a weird mix of early/mid aughts London bass and grime mixes, DatPiff downloads and stuff like Pink by Boris. I probably listen to this from Elijah & Skilliam (ft JME and Skepta) the most. For me it’s perfect running energy/vibes!
Finally, this Butthole Surfers mix has become a regular evening (usually to kickoff or end the weekend) lover the last few years and I unwind from many a weekday, with NTS Radio. In particular the Raja Vibrations show.
I really dug that Night Slugs with Scotti Dee & Spidey G setBad Bunny tracks made 3 of my top 5 on AmazonFor a total of 152 hours but that’s just the one platform#Boris #ButtholeSurfers #Dopesmoker #JayElectronica #JME #JohnCarrollKirby #Music #RagaVibrations #RinseFM #Skepta
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I went to see Gibby Haynes of the Butthole Surfers, incongruously playing with a load of hypertalented kids.
#GibbyHaynes #ButtholeSurfershttps://secretpandablog.wordpress.com/2025/10/19/gibby-haynes/
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Gibby Haynes, urodzony 30 września 1957 roku, kończy dziś 67 lat. Lider kultowych Butthole Surfers, prekursor noise rocka, performer, radiowiec, a ostatnio także malarz – jego dźwiękowy i wizualny chaos wciąż inspiruje kolejne pokolenia twórców. (fot. Wikipedia) #GibbyHaynes #buttholesurfers #rockalternatywny #urodziny #muzyk
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Watch S.G. Goodman cover Butthole Surfers at Newport Folk Festival
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Ted Tocks Covers - Year 8 - Day 35
May 9 - A Busy Day in Music History
Good Golly It’s Busy
#HankSnow #therollingstones #SonnyCurtis #theeverlybrothers #billyjoel #melissaetheridge #louisarmstrong #barbrastreisand #bobdylan #billybragg #thedoors #theguesswho #buttholesurfers #brucespringsteen #theboomtownrats #BobGeldof #bonjovi #ronsexsmith #starship #graceslick #AlbertHammond #BonnieTyler #jimmypage #littlerichard
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Truly classic lyrics!
There were girls in the front
There were girls in the back
And there were girls pettin' squirrels
And there were squirrels smokin' crackButthole Surfers
The Shame of Life -
Gang Of Four, The Smashing Pumpkins, Franz Ferdinand, Butthole Surfers, Broken Social Scene and more feature in this week’s curated collected of punk rock, alt rock and indie music news and writing
https://tangleofwires.substack.com/p/weekly-digest-6
#punk #PunkRock #AltRock #AlternativeRock #indie #IndieMusic #GangOfFour #TheSmashingPumpkins #FranzFerdinand #ButtholeSurfers #BrokenSocialScene
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G-Nitro’s Daily Music Wrap-Up - 09/29/24
I sit through my first Butthole surfers album, and check out a couple vinyl records I recently received.
Favorite videos include a vinyl set from my Analog Journal, a HWASA live at home performance, and XG's "WOKE UP" Remix.
https://g-nitro.com/g-nitros-daily-music-wrap-up-09-29-24
#Music #MusicVideo #Video #MusicAlbum #1001Albums #ButtholeSurfers #JunkoHirotani #KidDakota #Vinyl #MyAnalogJournal #Hwasa #XG #KPop #CityPop
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Revisiting this record a lot the last couple days. One of my favorites. Gibby Haynes' (of the Butthole Sufers) sole solo record (so far) - with his Problem, from 2004. 🔥
https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLQnpIYqn6PwryGTybahGETU6F9HWgAdd6&si=50H_MvYp0IQD5P87
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So do the #ButtholeSurfers like, surf buttholes, or do they surf using their buttholes, or are they surfers who are buttholes? Or is it more like, a state of mind?
And could I ask one of them to surf #ElonMusksButthole?
How does this work, internet?
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Pre-orders up for the next set of #ButtholeSurfers #vinyl from Matador! Locust ruined my mind multiple times and I'm thankful for that. Let's get weird.
#vinylcommunity #Psychedelic #punk #drugmusic #acidrock #acidpunk #music #musique
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Melvin and The Melvins Rodeö: Melvin Ditches His Pills and Reviews Tarantula Heart
By GardensTale
“Melvin’s The Melvins Rodeö” is a time-honored single-instance tradition that won’t be repeated, unless it will. The doctor said — to no effect at all — that Melvin should take his prescription as usual and let one of his many writer personalities showcase the most underground of the underground—seminal co-founders of both grunge and sludge, The Melvins, whose legacy speaks for itself. This collectividual review treatment continues to exist to unite me, myself and Melvin in boot or bolster of the band who reminds us that, for better or worse, the metal underground exists as an important part of The Melvins. Melvin rides on.”
For over twenty albums The (the) Melvins has been distilling wild tones through rockin’ and trippin’ soundscapes. Through their forty-plus year existence, they’ve carved both essentials of the stoner/sludge sound—approximately 1991’s Bullhead through 1994’s Stoner Witch—as well as albums that, well, aren’t so great—arguably Prick, some early 00s cuts, a few really odd EPs and such… also arguably there’s just too much Melvins. But hey, what does that matter when guitarist/vocalist Buzz Osborne and drummer/sometimes bassist Dale Crover have been at it for this long, living their dream year after year. Participating in similarly weird acts like Fantômas, and arising from the ashes of messy punk bands Fecal Matter,1 Stiff Woodies,2 and Brown Towel, Melvins penchant for low rent good times is inbred and part of the charm. So where does that leave this 27th full-length studio release, Tarantula Heart? King Buzz himself claims that it’s unlike any other Melvins release to date, owing to a backwards way of writing where songs were cobbled together from improvised riffs and melodies. But what say us Melvins? Surely only Melvins can judge Melvins… – Melvin(s)
The Melvins // Tarantula Heart [April 19th, 2024]
Melvin: If you think about it, we’re all Melvins around here, and so the Melvining is finally upon us and our sweet new jam band is back and ready to rip some faces. Or whatever. Look, I get that Melvins are super iconic,3 but I’ve never offered a listen beyond just an “oh that’s a Melvin, I see” with a song here and there. So Tarantula Heart is quintessential Melvins, and that’s super rad, dude, because we’ve got ourselves some sorta arachnophobic blend of stoner rock, noise rock, sludge, and grunge. Take near twenty-minute opener “Pain Equals Funny,” which kicks off with a bright and shiny riffage straight outta Howling Giant4 before dragging the sound into a dark hole like a brown recluse yoinks its prey, complete with squelching and gore that you expect, sludgy riffing colliding with reverbed drawls only to be hit with psychedelic guitar and straight-up noise that sound like Swans’ The Seer. It’s a goddamn shame or maybe a blessing, because the following tracks simply do not live up to the hype, but that doesn’t stop “Working the Ditch” and “Allergic to Food” from being menacing sludgy bangers, or the spidery and dissonant “She’s Got Weird Arms” and “Smiler” from being like that guy who chooses the urinal right next to you. And like that guy, Melvins according to the Melvins is like that guy: awkward, jarring, and ridiculously uncomfortable. But you can’t help but look at that tremendous dong. 3.5/5.0
Melvin: Let’s get weird with The Melvins! The experimental composition method leaves something akin to a curated jam, parceled out into four tracks until the band got bored and lumped everything else into the nineteen minute opener. To pull this off you must be a band with decades of experience and a penchant for weird psychedelic shit. Good thing The Melvins fits that description! “Pain Equals Funny” is a grand journey with grandiose energy, but it’s surprisingly listenable for something so free-form. Founder, vocalist, guitarist and exploded hairdo Buzzo sneers and croons with good, sardonic spirit, and the amount of feedback-laden riffs lend a noise-like sense of grit to the experience. Putting the big jammy epic up front is a ballsy choice, but a smart one, as the lethargy that starts setting in by the end is counteracted by the high energy of the Tarantula Heart’s remainder. “Working the Ditch,” a dark and biting piece of nasty sludge, and the unhinged avant-punk of “Allergic to Food” are the highlights here, but every track is worth your time. In a way, Tarantula Heart is review-proof. The Melvins sets out to experiment and muck about a bunch, and whatever came out of that, the goal was already met. But if you allow yourself to release the reins entirely and ride the insanity, the result is much more enjoyable than I had expected. Kudos for the old coots! 3.5/5.0
Melvin: Melvins are a legendary institution in whatever niche you place them in. Be it experimental rock, sludge, grunge, stoner, or alt-everything, they blazed a wicked career of freakishness doing whatever they wanted without regard for commercial success. For Tarantula Heart, their 20th release (depending on how you count collaborations), the band decided to try an unusual approach to songwriting. The members each came up with ideas independently of one another and eventually came together to try to piece them into actual songs. That’s either a recipe for a musical tire fire or something truly ingenious. So which is it? In classic Melvins style, it’s a bit of both. As always, they challenge the listener. This time by opening with the nineteen minutes of “Pain Equals Funny.” It’s a weird, meandering song that tests the listener’s ability to sit still and it doesn’t fully work, but there’s a legitimately good eight or nine-minute song buried in the excessive drone, dissonance, and dead spaces. “She’s Got Weird Arms” sounds like Talking Heads got into the shrooms and then wrote a song with Oingo Boingo. It’s good, but super odd. Also repulsively attractive is the bizarre “Allergic to Food” which reeks of Butthole Surfers and even Beck. Closer “Smiler” is a sludge rock missile fired right at your bases and it hits hard. I want a whole album of this shit. I didn’t get it, but Tarantula Heart is more or less what you expect from Melvins. It’s all over the map, but the good outweighs the truly fucked up, barely. 3.0/5.0
Melvin: The band that arguably ushered in grunge, only to watch it die and have finely goateed vultures pick its bones, brings us their latest bag of tricks, and it wouldn’t be a new Melvins record without a healthy dose of “what fresh hell is this?” Tarantula Heart sits firmly in a jammy, noisy, sludgetastic sound world, and if wildly ambitious nineteen-minute opener “Pain Equals Funny” is any indication, has zero fucks to give whether or not you “get it.” Regardless of your experience with the band that was named after yours truly in the bathroom of a Thriftway, Tarantula Heart saves its rewards for the patient and open-minded listener. Lose yourself in the extended jams and hypnotic swirling of “Pain Equals Funny,” bob your head to the dual-drummer-drumming of “Working the Ditch,” and let your sanity melt away in The Twilight Zone-esque atmosphere of “She’s Got Weird Arms.” Sure the longform of “Pain Equals Funny” loses its steam more than once in its meanderings, and the material often feels more like improvised jams and not fully-clothed songs, but there’s a real charm to the devil-may-care attitude on Tarantula Heart. Fans of Melvins will continue to be impressed on the band’s 27th(!) record, and I think this one may make a few new converts yet. 3.0/5.0
Melvin: Melvins are unmistakable in their craft, and this newest venture in its adventurous construction—spontaneously reconstructed jam-based songs—lands no different. Thick, crunchy riffs that swagger alongside rhythms with a psychedelic stumble, every moment of Tarantula Heart feels like a night lost to memory of a little too much to drink and not enough hours to blow it off. Ever warm and so carefully distorted, longtime fuzz-slinger Buzz Osborne worships amp noise and twangy march all the same. Sometimes the droning feedbacks that inspire bands like Boris last for minutes and minutes dissolving against phasing drum chatter and swooshing noise patches (“Pain Equals Funny”). At others, wailing, modulated lines screech in spite of double-drumkit marches and rollicking riff patterns sure to please fans of olde Melvins and emerging psych/stoner leaning rock acts like King Gizzard & the Lizard Wizard alike. Whatever the case, an undeniable and persistent groove underlies every movement and helps long-form and short-form statements feel like one, well-worn cabinet-blowing performance. Cobbled of memorable phrases and improvised excursions, Tarantula Heart spins a web enough to catch, a glimmer enough to fascinate, and a vibe enough to settle in. Comfortable, composed, and loaded with practiced energy, Melvins at play continues to be worth a listen, even if their most groundbreaking work is far behind them. 3.0/5.0
#2024 #AmericanMetal #Apr24 #Beck #Boris #ButtholeSurfers #Grunge #HowlingGiant #KingGizzardAndTheLizardWizard #Melvins #Noise #NoiseRock #OingoBoingo #PsychedelicRock #Sludge #StonerRock #Swans #TalkingHeads #TarantulaHeart #TheMelvins
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Melvin and The Melvins Rodeö: Melvin Ditches His Pills and Reviews Tarantula Heart
By GardensTale
“Melvin’s The Melvins Rodeö” is a time-honored single-instance tradition that won’t be repeated, unless it will. The doctor said — to no effect at all — that Melvin should take his prescription as usual and let one of his many writer personalities showcase the most underground of the underground—seminal co-founders of both grunge and sludge, The Melvins, whose legacy speaks for itself. This collectividual review treatment continues to exist to unite me, myself and Melvin in boot or bolster of the band who reminds us that, for better or worse, the metal underground exists as an important part of The Melvins. Melvin rides on.”
For over twenty albums The (the) Melvins has been distilling wild tones through rockin’ and trippin’ soundscapes. Through their forty-plus year existence, they’ve carved both essentials of the stoner/sludge sound—approximately 1991’s Bullhead through 1994’s Stoner Witch—as well as albums that, well, aren’t so great—arguably Prick, some early 00s cuts, a few really odd EPs and such… also arguably there’s just too much Melvins. But hey, what does that matter when guitarist/vocalist Buzz Osborne and drummer/sometimes bassist Dale Crover have been at it for this long, living their dream year after year. Participating in similarly weird acts like Fantômas, and arising from the ashes of messy punk bands Fecal Matter,1 Stiff Woodies,2 and Brown Towel, Melvins penchant for low rent good times is inbred and part of the charm. So where does that leave this 27th full-length studio release, Tarantula Heart? King Buzz himself claims that it’s unlike any other Melvins release to date, owing to a backwards way of writing where songs were cobbled together from improvised riffs and melodies. But what say us Melvins? Surely only Melvins can judge Melvins… – Melvin(s)
The Melvins // Tarantula Heart [April 19th, 2024]
Melvin: If you think about it, we’re all Melvins around here, and so the Melvining is finally upon us and our sweet new jam band is back and ready to rip some faces. Or whatever. Look, I get that Melvins are super iconic,3 but I’ve never offered a listen beyond just an “oh that’s a Melvin, I see” with a song here and there. So Tarantula Heart is quintessential Melvins, and that’s super rad, dude, because we’ve got ourselves some sorta arachnophobic blend of stoner rock, noise rock, sludge, and grunge. Take near twenty-minute opener “Pain Equals Funny,” which kicks off with a bright and shiny riffage straight outta Howling Giant4 before dragging the sound into a dark hole like a brown recluse yoinks its prey, complete with squelching and gore that you expect, sludgy riffing colliding with reverbed drawls only to be hit with psychedelic guitar and straight-up noise that sound like Swans’ The Seer. It’s a goddamn shame or maybe a blessing, because the following tracks simply do not live up to the hype, but that doesn’t stop “Working the Ditch” and “Allergic to Food” from being menacing sludgy bangers, or the spidery and dissonant “She’s Got Weird Arms” and “Smiler” from being like that guy who chooses the urinal right next to you. And like that guy, Melvins according to the Melvins is like that guy: awkward, jarring, and ridiculously uncomfortable. But you can’t help but look at that tremendous dong. 3.5/5.0
Melvin: Let’s get weird with The Melvins! The experimental composition method leaves something akin to a curated jam, parceled out into four tracks until the band got bored and lumped everything else into the nineteen minute opener. To pull this off you must be a band with decades of experience and a penchant for weird psychedelic shit. Good thing The Melvins fits that description! “Pain Equals Funny” is a grand journey with grandiose energy, but it’s surprisingly listenable for something so free-form. Founder, vocalist, guitarist and exploded hairdo Buzzo sneers and croons with good, sardonic spirit, and the amount of feedback-laden riffs lend a noise-like sense of grit to the experience. Putting the big jammy epic up front is a ballsy choice, but a smart one, as the lethargy that starts setting in by the end is counteracted by the high energy of the Tarantula Heart’s remainder. “Working the Ditch,” a dark and biting piece of nasty sludge, and the unhinged avant-punk of “Allergic to Food” are the highlights here, but every track is worth your time. In a way, Tarantula Heart is review-proof. The Melvins sets out to experiment and muck about a bunch, and whatever came out of that, the goal was already met. But if you allow yourself to release the reins entirely and ride the insanity, the result is much more enjoyable than I had expected. Kudos for the old coots! 3.5/5.0
Melvin: Melvins are a legendary institution in whatever niche you place them in. Be it experimental rock, sludge, grunge, stoner, or alt-everything, they blazed a wicked career of freakishness doing whatever they wanted without regard for commercial success. For Tarantula Heart, their 20th release (depending on how you count collaborations), the band decided to try an unusual approach to songwriting. The members each came up with ideas independently of one another and eventually came together to try to piece them into actual songs. That’s either a recipe for a musical tire fire or something truly ingenious. So which is it? In classic Melvins style, it’s a bit of both. As always, they challenge the listener. This time by opening with the nineteen minutes of “Pain Equals Funny.” It’s a weird, meandering song that tests the listener’s ability to sit still and it doesn’t fully work, but there’s a legitimately good eight or nine-minute song buried in the excessive drone, dissonance, and dead spaces. “She’s Got Weird Arms” sounds like Talking Heads got into the shrooms and then wrote a song with Oingo Boingo. It’s good, but super odd. Also repulsively attractive is the bizarre “Allergic to Food” which reeks of Butthole Surfers and even Beck. Closer “Smiler” is a sludge rock missile fired right at your bases and it hits hard. I want a whole album of this shit. I didn’t get it, but Tarantula Heart is more or less what you expect from Melvins. It’s all over the map, but the good outweighs the truly fucked up, barely. 3.0/5.0
Melvin: The band that arguably ushered in grunge, only to watch it die and have finely goateed vultures pick its bones, brings us their latest bag of tricks, and it wouldn’t be a new Melvins record without a healthy dose of “what fresh hell is this?” Tarantula Heart sits firmly in a jammy, noisy, sludgetastic sound world, and if wildly ambitious nineteen-minute opener “Pain Equals Funny” is any indication, has zero fucks to give whether or not you “get it.” Regardless of your experience with the band that was named after yours truly in the bathroom of a Thriftway, Tarantula Heart saves its rewards for the patient and open-minded listener. Lose yourself in the extended jams and hypnotic swirling of “Pain Equals Funny,” bob your head to the dual-drummer-drumming of “Working the Ditch,” and let your sanity melt away in The Twilight Zone-esque atmosphere of “She’s Got Weird Arms.” Sure the longform of “Pain Equals Funny” loses its steam more than once in its meanderings, and the material often feels more like improvised jams and not fully-clothed songs, but there’s a real charm to the devil-may-care attitude on Tarantula Heart. Fans of Melvins will continue to be impressed on the band’s 27th(!) record, and I think this one may make a few new converts yet. 3.0/5.0
Melvin: Melvins are unmistakable in their craft, and this newest venture in its adventurous construction—spontaneously reconstructed jam-based songs—lands no different. Thick, crunchy riffs that swagger alongside rhythms with a psychedelic stumble, every moment of Tarantula Heart feels like a night lost to memory of a little too much to drink and not enough hours to blow it off. Ever warm and so carefully distorted, longtime fuzz-slinger Buzz Osborne worships amp noise and twangy march all the same. Sometimes the droning feedbacks that inspire bands like Boris last for minutes and minutes dissolving against phasing drum chatter and swooshing noise patches (“Pain Equals Funny”). At others, wailing, modulated lines screech in spite of double-drumkit marches and rollicking riff patterns sure to please fans of olde Melvins and emerging psych/stoner leaning rock acts like King Gizzard & the Lizard Wizard alike. Whatever the case, an undeniable and persistent groove underlies every movement and helps long-form and short-form statements feel like one, well-worn cabinet-blowing performance. Cobbled of memorable phrases and improvised excursions, Tarantula Heart spins a web enough to catch, a glimmer enough to fascinate, and a vibe enough to settle in. Comfortable, composed, and loaded with practiced energy, Melvins at play continues to be worth a listen, even if their most groundbreaking work is far behind them. 3.0/5.0
#2024 #AmericanMetal #Apr24 #Beck #Boris #ButtholeSurfers #Grunge #HowlingGiant #KingGizzardAndTheLizardWizard #Melvins #Noise #NoiseRock #OingoBoingo #PsychedelicRock #Sludge #StonerRock #Swans #TalkingHeads #TarantulaHeart #TheMelvins
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Melvin and The Melvins Rodeö: Melvin Ditches His Pills and Reviews Tarantula Heart
By GardensTale
“Melvin’s The Melvins Rodeö” is a time-honored single-instance tradition that won’t be repeated, unless it will. The doctor said — to no effect at all — that Melvin should take his prescription as usual and let one of his many writer personalities showcase the most underground of the underground—seminal co-founders of both grunge and sludge, The Melvins, whose legacy speaks for itself. This collectividual review treatment continues to exist to unite me, myself and Melvin in boot or bolster of the band who reminds us that, for better or worse, the metal underground exists as an important part of The Melvins. Melvin rides on.”
For over twenty albums The (the) Melvins has been distilling wild tones through rockin’ and trippin’ soundscapes. Through their forty-plus year existence, they’ve carved both essentials of the stoner/sludge sound—approximately 1991’s Bullhead through 1994’s Stoner Witch—as well as albums that, well, aren’t so great—arguably Prick, some early 00s cuts, a few really odd EPs and such… also arguably there’s just too much Melvins. But hey, what does that matter when guitarist/vocalist Buzz Osborne and drummer/sometimes bassist Dale Crover have been at it for this long, living their dream year after year. Participating in similarly weird acts like Fantômas, and arising from the ashes of messy punk bands Fecal Matter,1 Stiff Woodies,2 and Brown Towel, Melvins penchant for low rent good times is inbred and part of the charm. So where does that leave this 27th full-length studio release, Tarantula Heart? King Buzz himself claims that it’s unlike any other Melvins release to date, owing to a backwards way of writing where songs were cobbled together from improvised riffs and melodies. But what say us Melvins? Surely only Melvins can judge Melvins… – Melvin(s)
The Melvins // Tarantula Heart [April 19th, 2024]
Melvin: If you think about it, we’re all Melvins around here, and so the Melvining is finally upon us and our sweet new jam band is back and ready to rip some faces. Or whatever. Look, I get that Melvins are super iconic,3 but I’ve never offered a listen beyond just an “oh that’s a Melvin, I see” with a song here and there. So Tarantula Heart is quintessential Melvins, and that’s super rad, dude, because we’ve got ourselves some sorta arachnophobic blend of stoner rock, noise rock, sludge, and grunge. Take near twenty-minute opener “Pain Equals Funny,” which kicks off with a bright and shiny riffage straight outta Howling Giant4 before dragging the sound into a dark hole like a brown recluse yoinks its prey, complete with squelching and gore that you expect, sludgy riffing colliding with reverbed drawls only to be hit with psychedelic guitar and straight-up noise that sound like Swans’ The Seer. It’s a goddamn shame or maybe a blessing, because the following tracks simply do not live up to the hype, but that doesn’t stop “Working the Ditch” and “Allergic to Food” from being menacing sludgy bangers, or the spidery and dissonant “She’s Got Weird Arms” and “Smiler” from being like that guy who chooses the urinal right next to you. And like that guy, Melvins according to the Melvins is like that guy: awkward, jarring, and ridiculously uncomfortable. But you can’t help but look at that tremendous dong. 3.5/5.0
Melvin: Let’s get weird with The Melvins! The experimental composition method leaves something akin to a curated jam, parceled out into four tracks until the band got bored and lumped everything else into the nineteen minute opener. To pull this off you must be a band with decades of experience and a penchant for weird psychedelic shit. Good thing The Melvins fits that description! “Pain Equals Funny” is a grand journey with grandiose energy, but it’s surprisingly listenable for something so free-form. Founder, vocalist, guitarist and exploded hairdo Buzzo sneers and croons with good, sardonic spirit, and the amount of feedback-laden riffs lend a noise-like sense of grit to the experience. Putting the big jammy epic up front is a ballsy choice, but a smart one, as the lethargy that starts setting in by the end is counteracted by the high energy of the Tarantula Heart’s remainder. “Working the Ditch,” a dark and biting piece of nasty sludge, and the unhinged avant-punk of “Allergic to Food” are the highlights here, but every track is worth your time. In a way, Tarantula Heart is review-proof. The Melvins sets out to experiment and muck about a bunch, and whatever came out of that, the goal was already met. But if you allow yourself to release the reins entirely and ride the insanity, the result is much more enjoyable than I had expected. Kudos for the old coots! 3.5/5.0
Melvin: Melvins are a legendary institution in whatever niche you place them in. Be it experimental rock, sludge, grunge, stoner, or alt-everything, they blazed a wicked career of freakishness doing whatever they wanted without regard for commercial success. For Tarantula Heart, their 20th release (depending on how you count collaborations), the band decided to try an unusual approach to songwriting. The members each came up with ideas independently of one another and eventually came together to try to piece them into actual songs. That’s either a recipe for a musical tire fire or something truly ingenious. So which is it? In classic Melvins style, it’s a bit of both. As always, they challenge the listener. This time by opening with the nineteen minutes of “Pain Equals Funny.” It’s a weird, meandering song that tests the listener’s ability to sit still and it doesn’t fully work, but there’s a legitimately good eight or nine-minute song buried in the excessive drone, dissonance, and dead spaces. “She’s Got Weird Arms” sounds like Talking Heads got into the shrooms and then wrote a song with Oingo Boingo. It’s good, but super odd. Also repulsively attractive is the bizarre “Allergic to Food” which reeks of Butthole Surfers and even Beck. Closer “Smiler” is a sludge rock missile fired right at your bases and it hits hard. I want a whole album of this shit. I didn’t get it, but Tarantula Heart is more or less what you expect from Melvins. It’s all over the map, but the good outweighs the truly fucked up, barely. 3.0/5.0
Melvin: The band that arguably ushered in grunge, only to watch it die and have finely goateed vultures pick its bones, brings us their latest bag of tricks, and it wouldn’t be a new Melvins record without a healthy dose of “what fresh hell is this?” Tarantula Heart sits firmly in a jammy, noisy, sludgetastic sound world, and if wildly ambitious nineteen-minute opener “Pain Equals Funny” is any indication, has zero fucks to give whether or not you “get it.” Regardless of your experience with the band that was named after yours truly in the bathroom of a Thriftway, Tarantula Heart saves its rewards for the patient and open-minded listener. Lose yourself in the extended jams and hypnotic swirling of “Pain Equals Funny,” bob your head to the dual-drummer-drumming of “Working the Ditch,” and let your sanity melt away in The Twilight Zone-esque atmosphere of “She’s Got Weird Arms.” Sure the longform of “Pain Equals Funny” loses its steam more than once in its meanderings, and the material often feels more like improvised jams and not fully-clothed songs, but there’s a real charm to the devil-may-care attitude on Tarantula Heart. Fans of Melvins will continue to be impressed on the band’s 27th(!) record, and I think this one may make a few new converts yet. 3.0/5.0
Melvin: Melvins are unmistakable in their craft, and this newest venture in its adventurous construction—spontaneously reconstructed jam-based songs—lands no different. Thick, crunchy riffs that swagger alongside rhythms with a psychedelic stumble, every moment of Tarantula Heart feels like a night lost to memory of a little too much to drink and not enough hours to blow it off. Ever warm and so carefully distorted, longtime fuzz-slinger Buzz Osborne worships amp noise and twangy march all the same. Sometimes the droning feedbacks that inspire bands like Boris last for minutes and minutes dissolving against phasing drum chatter and swooshing noise patches (“Pain Equals Funny”). At others, wailing, modulated lines screech in spite of double-drumkit marches and rollicking riff patterns sure to please fans of olde Melvins and emerging psych/stoner leaning rock acts like King Gizzard & the Lizard Wizard alike. Whatever the case, an undeniable and persistent groove underlies every movement and helps long-form and short-form statements feel like one, well-worn cabinet-blowing performance. Cobbled of memorable phrases and improvised excursions, Tarantula Heart spins a web enough to catch, a glimmer enough to fascinate, and a vibe enough to settle in. Comfortable, composed, and loaded with practiced energy, Melvins at play continues to be worth a listen, even if their most groundbreaking work is far behind them. 3.0/5.0
#2024 #AmericanMetal #Apr24 #Beck #Boris #ButtholeSurfers #Grunge #HowlingGiant #KingGizzardAndTheLizardWizard #Melvins #Noise #NoiseRock #OingoBoingo #PsychedelicRock #Sludge #StonerRock #Swans #TalkingHeads #TarantulaHeart #TheMelvins
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Shoegaze-influenced indie rock, post-hardcore, DIY hardcore, and a scuffed up piano ballad feature in April's instalment of my Fighting with the Undertow playlist.
The monthly roundup of new punk rock, alt rock and indie music also has NOFX, Pixies, Butthole Surfers, Soft Play, Bully and more...
https://tangleofwires.substack.com/p/fighting-with-the-undertow-4
#music #playlist #playlists #punk #PunkRock #shoegaze #shoegazing #PostHardcore #AltRock #AlternativeRock #Indie #IndieMusic #NOFX #Pixies #ButtholeSurfers #SoftPlay #Bully
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#MetalInjection
BUTTHOLE SURFERS Are Turning Down Six-Figure Offers To Reunite: "I Don't Want To Be Sending A Bandmate Home In A Body Bag"
"We’re really lucky to not be in prison and I don’t want to push that anymore."#ButtholeSurfers #ReunionTour #SixFigureOffers #Drugs #SelfDestruction #FamilyLife #OrdinaryMoments
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I'm a big Surfers fan from way back, was talking to @wendigo about em & remembered wifey recently bought me this book that came out a couple years back, 'What Does Regret Mean?' The book's great, it details a lot of their early shows, and has some cool art.
On the right is a reprint of an early zine they made that came with the book. That's the back, because the cover is GROSS (as are its contents). It consists of crude black & white collage art on some colored pages from a mix of sources, including nasty medical things. 😂
#books #90sBands #psych #PsychRock #ButtholeSurfers #GibbyHaynes #PaulLeary #KingCoffey #zine #zines #music #MusicBooks
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#MelvinsAreVirus (and so are the #ButtholeSurfers goddamn already)
The #Melvins – Hold It In cd on #IpecacRecordings 2014
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#MelvinsAreVirus (and so are the #ButtholeSurfers goddamn already)
The #Melvins – Hold It In cd on #IpecacRecordings 2014
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Listening to Butthole Surfers...
Perfect indictment music !
Long live Gibby Haynes
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RIP Teresa Taylor, drummer for the #ButtholeSurfers shown here in her role for the movie #Slackers
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R.I.P #TeresaTaylor of #ButtholeSurfers
https://pitchfork.com/news/teresa-taylor-butthole-surfers-drummer-and-slacker-star-dies-at-60/
Never thought that band would jerk a tear from my eye, but rewatching footage like that now...
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R.I.P #TeresaTaylor of #ButtholeSurfers
https://pitchfork.com/news/teresa-taylor-butthole-surfers-drummer-and-slacker-star-dies-at-60/
Never thought that band would jerk a tear from my eye, but rewatching footage like that now...
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De vraag was: Wat zijn de beste albums uit de Amerikaanse rock-underground van de jaren 80? Ik leverde dit lijstje in:
#SonicYouth – EVOL
#Swans – Cop
#ButtholeSurfers – Locust Abortion Technician
#Pixies – Surfer Rosa
#GlennBranca – Ascension
#GunClub – Las Vegas Story
#Feelies – Crazy Rhythms
#DNA – A Taste of DNA
#PereUbu – Song of the Bailing Man
#Cramps – Off the BoneLees hier alle lijstjes plus een beschouwing: https://bothostraussian.wordpress.com/2023/05/20/de-us-rock-underground-1980-1989-de-lijstjes/
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Butthole Surfers "Ricky"From Hairway to Steven
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CW: Possibly sensitive / also: Clowns
An album that I bought as a teen and have listened to continuously - the seventh in a series - #InfluentialAlbums #ButtholeSurfers #LocustAbortionTechnician - just truly demented. Pushed USA rock as far as it could go without snapping it, and then snapped it right off. God knows what is the PCP out there. As a teen it seemed like a world of stoopid fun. (join in using the #InfluentialAlbums hashtag and #boost the word around, would love to see others)