Outside: Honky, Melvins (9:00); Afterparty: Unmothered, Lord Dying, Howl
Buzz Osborne is musing aloud about the wonder of sludge-metal/punk/art-damage pioneers the Melvins celebrating 30 years alive. It’s hardly something he envisioned at the band’s birth.
“No, not for one minute,” says the singer/guitarist. “But I’m not about those kinds of things. I guess I’m more about, ‘What are you doing in the boat?’ You know, you really don’t have tomorrow. That’s okay! I’ve never been one to sit around and consider things of that nature.”
Understandable. By Osborne’s account, the band’s been working too hard to reflect. In just under two years, they released, “The five-song EP [The Bulls And The Bees] with the regular Melvins”; “a full-length album [Freak Puke] with the Melvins Lite, a less heavy version of the band”; and “a four-song EP called Melvins 1983, with me, Dale [Crover, Melvins’ drummer/sometime bassist], and our original drummer Mike Dillard.”
Then there’s the current LP, Everybody Loves Sausages, a covers disc that finds the Melvins interpreting everyone from Venom and the Fugs to Queen, David Bowie, and the Jam. Pals like Jello Biafra, Foetus Aussie J.G. Thirlwell, Scott Kelly of Neurosis, and Blondie’s Clem Burke come included.
“Now we have another record coming out called Tres Cabrones,” he injects. “That’s with the Melvins 1983 lineup, all-new songs. That comes out in November.”
Between “two full-length albums, a full-length covers album, a host of seven-inches and 12-inches, and two EPs by three different lineups of the band,” tours were undertaken, including this one, with openers Honky, whose Jeff Pinkus subs in for Melvins bassist Jared Warren. Amazingly, the Melvins audience supports all such hyperactivity.
“Well, it’s just records, y’know?,” quips Osborne. “People can afford medical marijuana, so I think they can afford to buy our records!”– Tim Stegall