The Melvins are lusty rock teasers, achingly beautiful temptresses who wink and jiggle seductively from across the record aisle while they straddle the line between metal and punk. Then they pinch metal's cheek, blow punk a kiss and jerk off in both suitors' faces. Everybody's got blue balls, except the sticky-pawed, Madonna-whore he-men, those magnificent bastards (whisper their name and touch yourself... More >>>