My Bloody Valentine knew how to bury and obscure the heart of a poppy melody or a dazzling hook in a mountain of carefully manufactured noise and guitar squalor. Bands like Rodan or The Sonora Pine figured out the value of letting an emotive frontwoman belt out a refrain over a textured underbelly of guitars….

Here’s another year and there’s another record from The Melvins. This one, an 11-track outing titled Nude With Boots, sows some familiar territory — namely the grungy thrash of 2006’s excellent A Senile Animal –– but even when these guys are rehashing or revisiting parts of their work, the result can sound refreshingly new. The…

Alright, let’s get it right out of the way, then. Yes, the band’s name is Pee-Pee and, no, the moniker does not seem to have any reflection on the music contained herein. (To a third, perhaps-unspoken question: I don’t know if we’re supposed to search between the lines for deeper truths about urine or one’s…