815 V St. NW
Washington, DC, 20001
For those who don't know:
The Melvins have been a band for over 25 years...
The Melvins have done a shit load of albums.... How many is a shit load? No one really knows.
The Melvins live in Los Angeles and it's understood in hip circles that the United States tilts left and anything covered in slime tends to slide straight out to California. If your sliding too fast when you slide into San Francisco you tend to glance off south and the real scum bags end up in Los Angeles where their skin dries into a Malibu Ken tan which most hipsters have to painstakingly remove with Easy Off oven cleaner.
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The Melvins have four members.
King Buzzo... Longest surviving and only original member left. When they get around to replacing him there will be no original members!
Dale Crover... Long standing drummer and part time guitar player. Dale likes his booze in a High Ball glass.
Jared Warren... Bass player, singer and part time drama geek. Jared also plays in the band Big Business.
Coady Willis... Drummer. Coady has a funny story about trying to play a gig in leather pants. Ask him, it's funny as shit! Coady also plays drums in Big Business.
So there you have it!
You can find other interesting bits and bobs about the Melvins on line and some of it is even true! Well, it's at least as true as what the band would tell you in person.
Pinkus Among Us
Honky's not-so-weird revolution.
by Laura Cassidy
THE FIRST THING you see on the flyer for the Honky show at the Funhouse is what's in parentheses: "(J.D. Pinkus of Butthole Surfers)."
"If people come to see a psychedelic show, they're definitely going to leave having seen something different," says the parenthetical Pinkus of his new band. While "the Butts," as he calls them, incorporated a 17-year-old Pinkus in 1985 on their way to patenting their acid-dipped Southern art-punk freak-out, Honky is straightforward rock and roll.
"We're not trying to be groundbreaking; this is the most timeless music there is," says Pinkus in an Austin drawl, adding that the band's sound is "so basic it's hard to explain." But let's give it a shot: Put an old Molly Hatchet record on the spinner and put your Urban Cowboy tape in the VCR. Turn up the record player, turn down the TV, and hit yourself about the head--hard--with an iron skillet.
To hear Pinkus tell it, Honky makes the ladies shake their butts, which in turn makes the men buy more beer. "A winning combination," he calls it. "When we have 300 people at our shows, they tend to drink like they're 600."
Despite the acid-fried/Southern-fried distinction of the two very different bands, there are similarities, however thin. On songs like "Your Bottom's at the Top of My List," from House of Good Tires, Honky's third full-length (a fourth will be out on local label Dead Teenager this spring), Pinkus and crew closely approximate the way the Butts lulled you in with a whispered folk song, then dragged you out through a sludgy jam on the other side. Are the two bands different sides of the same coin? That's a bit of a stretch, but if it's me--or one of the many longhaired unkempt acid diehards--who's tossing, I'm going to bet on the Butts to land faceup.
"I have a band that's a little bit more like the Butthole Surfers, too. In fact, we're probably more like the old Butts than the Butts were," Pinkus says of Areola 51, in which he is joined by guitarist Brett Bradford from Scratch Acid and drummer Max Brody from Ministry. Dead Teenager's putting that one out, too. Me and the longhairs can't wait to hear it.