For me this shall always be the perfect Melvins record. With three short whirlwind punk-metal curlicues and one massive trudge o' doom, this EP pretty much encompasses all that is great about the Melvins. There are a couple unique things about Melvins music which are on full display here. First of all, Buzzo's bizarre singing. It doesn't sound all that bizarre, but the thing is his lyrics don't make any sense. The grammar is gibberish and he makes up words. Second of all, at their most primal the Melvins seem to dispense with notions of melody and harmony altogether and create a musical language all their own. The way the drums and bass suddenly drop out for a measure here and there. A monotonous riff lumbers on with only subtle changes in the snare accent to mark any musical development. The whole band just pauses and drops a beat. On and on with these strange "dynamic devices" that take the place of where "hooks" would normally go in conventional rock and roll.

The spartan sound arrangement is also perfect. Buzzo's guitar is screechy and trebly. The bass never seems to leave its lowest possible octave register. Lorax likes to bend those deep notes a lot creating a cool gravity-shifting effect. Dale Crover's drumming goes back and forth between thunderous prog-metalism and primitive banging and clanging on pots and pans. Every instrument is doing something interesting at every moment or in its sudden absence. If you don't like the riff they're playing right now, wait 5 seconds and it will probably change.