The Melvins have a ton of back catagloue, and in our effort to reduce episode run times this year, we’ve tackled it with an unusual amount of brevity. In places. Not every place. But some places.

But that’s easy because some people, including our resident fan of the band Chris, think that they’re a band that has struggled to stay consistent for entire albums. Which, when you realise they’ve released 23 albums (and a bunch of other collaborative stuff) is somewhat understandable.

Yet there are occasions when they’ve managed to get their shit together for long enough to focus on an entire album. This is one of those albums.

Widely seen as the forefathers of both grunge and sludge (but don’t say the latter to their face), there’s an embarrassment of riches to be found throughout their entire oeuvre. The special moments  ...