This is as good an introduction to the band as any.
Something about Melt Mountain makes me happy. I’m not entirely sure what, and maybe that’s a good thing.
If I was pushed, the source of the glee-tingle is probably found somewhere between: the rough-n-ready recording, the Gorky’s Zygotic Munki-esque vocals, the naif-insistance of the guitar, and the comfortably dumb guitar solo that unfolds itself into feedback.
There’s a Venn diagram to be drawn before I fully locate the pleasure centre, so while I’m fiddling with my compass, you could do much worse than spinning this song a few times.