Normal rules seldom apply to Melvins. A psychedelically inclined sludge metal band that emerged when no such thing existed, Buzz Osborne’s amorphous mischief-makers have built a career upon the gleeful confounding of expectations.
Even at their most commercially forthright, the likes of grunge-adjacent classics Houdini and Stoner Witch were far too weird to cross over to the mainstream, and we love them for it. But even by their own cock-eyed standards, Tarantula Heart is a jaw-dropping mindfuck.
