On their last album before going major, Melvins created their best song ever. Originally titled Lysol, its one track is actually six songs fused together as one lumbering beast. Though the majority of the material on the album is not theirs, Melvins successfully make it their own with crushing precision. Like a huge lead wrecking ball being lowered upon you, you start to feel the weight of these songs about midway into it. By the end you are choking and gasping for air.

The only long playing document of the Osborne-Crover-Preston lineup. The first half is a big gulp of guitar distortion into which the rhythm section weighs in from time to time. The arrival of a steady beat and vocals shape it into a bone-crushing mother of a song. After the brief intermission, they're right back into it. Shifting gears from sludge to a martial drum exhibition to a complete rendition of Alice Cooper's creepy "Ballad of Dwight Fry. Then ending the program with a concise original. Weird and wonderful.

Watching the Melvins evolve is extremely interesting and entertaining. They began as an unassuming punk band and proceeded to incorporate the heaviness of 70s rock into their sound. Then they stripped away any and all of the "punk" trappings and went for pure HEAVY. It all culminated with this record. It just doesn't get any heavier.