Music Review: The Melvins have a wild amount of fun on Basses Loaded

For nearly three decades, Dale Crover and Roger “King Buzzo” Osborne have been the de facto Simon And Garfunkel, Sonny & Cher, or Hall & Oates of sludge metal’s underground universe. Quite simply, no other pair could lay claim to such a weirdly incongruous moniker than the Melvins—a band that’s tirelessly reinvented itself in ways both freaky and bizarre since its 1987 debut, Gluey Porch Treatments.

The only constant governing the band’s immense catalog—158 releases and counting—is the inclination to shun repetition in favor of occasional kitsch. Rather than relying solely on grating feedback and percussive dissonance, the Melvins layer quirks and spontaneity over waves of down-tuned, auditory tumults. The approach is just as measured and deliberate as it is seemingly ironic. Unpredictability has become something of a stylistic trademark for the band over the last 29 years: As Buzzo noted in 2014, “There …

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