The Melvins veer to the left of metal, but remain almost as heavier as any doom band in their twisted world. For those of you who are familiar with this act, you'll find it a very decent opus, but for those of you who aren't, you still may find something dirty to savour. Imagine a combination of the grimiest grunge band, a superglue C.O.C., a dirty Sabbath, and a bit of black thrash surrealism thrown in. 'Inhumanity...' is a metallic face-ripper, 'Evil Never...', a quicksand virus, and 'I'll Finish You Off' straight forward cosmic sludge.
The Melvins have worked with some of rock's most innovative people, and they are regarded highly. However, it's not metal as such, but they are a band which occupy some remote cabin far in the woods where only few dare to tread. not strictly weird, but obscure in its meaning, yet at times monolithic in its riffage. It will leave your ears smouldering and your backside melted to the chair, because it's well soiled, oily, black and ill-fumed rock 'n' roll that'll leave you coughing up moss.
7/10
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