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And hopefully they will start getting some groovy Mickey Hart-type people in their audience now that they have two drummers—they won't, probably due to the fact that their music is too damaged and their lyrics and art are committed to a vision of terminal fuckedness, but they should so long as the money is green.
Now if drums awoke one day, federated around ideas of universal rights and suffrage and established laws to protect themselves from savage maulings, as well as a justice system capable of administering due punishment by means of coercion, they would hold their first meetings in smoke-filled rooms and throw darts at pictures of Crover and Willis. While the above scenario seems unlikely, there is still so much we do not know about the drums. Not to mention "Old Thunder," Jared Warren of KARP and Tight Bros. fame, up there singing like a Viking god and blowing the pants off his bass! And Buzz himself, the fuzzy head of supreme misanthropic heaviness! What more do you want from a fuckin' heavy rock show, junior?
Derided by thrash geeks and speed chopsmen as "boring" and "what, dude?" in the past two decades, the Melvins have finally begun to be recognized as the legendary beast they are. Earlier this year, the band performed its now classic records Lysol, Eggnogand Houdini in their entirety to packed houses and much acclaim. The Melvins' latest album, 2006's (A) Senile Animal, features the current lineup, and it creams the corn.
Also: be sure to get there early for Big Business—they will fuck you up.
The Melvins and Big Business at Detroit Bar, 843 W. 19th St., Costa Mesa, (949) 642-0600; www.detroitbar.com. Wed. Call for time. $13. 21+