When "Gluey Porch Treatments" was first released, The Melvins' home base of Aberdeen was an oozing cesspool of bigotry, hate, and mind-numbing boredom. The Melvins tamed this violently, oppressive atmosphere, let it seep through every pore on their bodies, and in a wonderful example of music mirroring reality, spit it back out as the most vile, destructive, demented, and utterly demonic sounds ever to plague the human species. As their first full length LP, Gluey Porch Treatments' unique amalgamation of punk ferocity, metallic fervor, and everything in between gave birth to the grunge movement and caught the public completely off guard. By slowing to a sluggish pace relative to the current punk mentality, The Melvins reduced their music to its most primal elements, which allowed each and every forced note to be emphasized in the cacophony of crawling from one dischordant dirge to the next. The bone crunching drums proceeded in manic pursuit of the guitars as Buzzo's throaty growls pushed their way through the thick layer of guitar fuzz, immediately enveloping the listener in a dense, desolate wasteland. Through muscle and force, The Melvins stretched the confines of their music to the exact point of implosion and then harvested the wreckage to assemble an ugly stew of the pieces. This process of destruction and creation allowed The Melvins to build an album from the ground up, finally arriving at the musical equivalent of a construction site which simultaneously showed the intense beauty of demolition and conception. What appears on the surface as an unyielding wave of depression, then gradually becomes a thing of nirvana, a perfect order shaped from sublime disorder. While critics failed to catch on, The Melvins themselves, as well as a dedicated group of fans, recognized the indescribable sense of catharsis delivered by the utterly overwhelming Gluey Porch Treatments and in that instant, The Melvins completely redefined what it meant to be heavy.