By slowing to a sluggish pace relative to the current punk mentality, Melvins have reduced their music to its most primal elements. This 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, 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 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, 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, Melvins completely redefined what it meant to be heavy.

While the band was definitely influenced by the sludgy noise assault of Black Sabbath, they opted to leave it at nothing but an influence. Only taking elements of Sabbath's sound and cranking up the volume while bringing down the tempo. Their songs were also more chaotic than they were developed. Usually ending before the two-minute mark and consisting of nothing but a straightforward jumble of powerful, unconnected riffs and drumming. Lead vocalist Buzz "King Buzzo" Osborne wailed over the noise with a surprisingly high-pitched voice. His trademark growl wouldn't become developed until later in the band's career. Listen to this as an a slow moving entirety rather than just great individual songs.