The Melvins Still Understand Ugly
If you're going to go totally minimal, though, you need the Melvins. Colossus of Density comes as close to being unlistenable as anything even Thurston Moore has recorded. Or perhaps it's supremely listenable: 59.23 minutes, one track, recorded live at Club Mangler in Cupertino, CA, 1998, distorted tape loops and radio frequencies and feedback, almost zero rhythm, manipulated with the dexterity of a herd of goats wearing gloves. It sounds like Atari Teenage Riot on Robitussin, Earth shorn even of the saving grace of the constancy of feedback's vibrations. There are no redeeming qualities to this album, certainly not the rumored presence of former multiplatinum rock star Mike Patton, but that is indeed the album's saving grace.
The Melvins understand ugly, the need to wallow in the darker, sleazier aspects of life, its use in music as a cleanser and an antidote against the worthy and the artificial, its healing power through catharsis, its sheer brutal splendor and forgiving grind. Beauty cannot and should not exist without its bestial counterpart. The Melvins supply the bestial counterpart.