The Melvins Lite are good. And loud.
Their brand of metal is raw, unpredictable, and unapologetic. While some songs are sludgy and droning, others are fast and screaming. It’s scorched-earth rock and roll, and they play it at sonically incredible volumes.
Prior to the show actually starting, security, fellow members of the press, and random standers-by all encouraged me (heeded, actually) to go buy earplugs at the Dise‘s box office. Obviously I didn’t listen, because I’m young and I’ve been to other supposedly loud shows.
I’ve never once needed earplugs, so why start using them now? After all, it’s the Melvins Lite.
After eight songs, I went outside to place a phone call and I literally couldn’t hear the person on the other end. Nor could I hear the buzz of cabs as they flew by on Comm Ave, the roll of the T outside, or the buzz of a plane overhead. My ears were actually hot to the touch. I poked inside to feel for potentially melted brain matter, but there wasn’t any, and I’ve pretty much fully-regained my sense of hearing, so I think we’re good.
But some advice? Before you see Melvins Lite (and you should see them), buy earplugs. That’s all I’m saying.
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