What better way to ring in Melvins’ 30th year than this snapshot of what was going on inside the impressionable minds of a young Buzz Osborne and Dale Crover back in 1983. Everybody Loves Sausages finds the duo serving up a plate load of tasty bangers that pay tribute to childhood influences which range through proto-punk (The Kinks) and thrash (Venom) via coked up art rock (Bowie), with an ensemble cast of their own contemporaries onboard to co-sign the love note.
Echoing the experimental nature of 2000’s The Crybaby, it’s a potent reminder of their dexterity beyond the dependable sludge metal records they’ve been trading in ever since (with the exception of Freak Puke, last year’s doom jazz detour). From Jello Biafra’s alternately chilling and hilarious Bryan Ferry impression (see the ambient reworking of Roxy Music's In Every Dream Home A Heartache), to one of the heaviest renditions of Station to Station you’ll ever get lost in, it’s a thrill to hear such eccentric moments from pop music's past so liberally seasoned with Melvins' own madness. Pass the sauce.