The melodies are addictive, flashy guitar solos are replaced by phase-shifting stretchy chords that provide an overall thick and powerfully atmospheric sound.
Playing this one slower than it should be. The grind gets heavier, the already low Satan-meets-Tom Waits-on-a-bad-day growl bottoms out in a pit of gravel.
Stag documents the moment Melvins decided their Atlantic deal was not worth the trouble. It’s funny, annoying, and, once in a while, downright brilliant.
Coyote Shivers could quite possibly be Thunders reborn: The glitter glam-slam attitude and outfits and the smarmy sneer, at once inviting and dangerous.