When it comes to music it's been a tainted word for about two decades now. It was once used to describe scummy rock-n-roll music made by outsiders, misfits, rejects and stoners who wanted things loud but also murky. Who wanted glare and blare to get all explode too but also something that slithered across quicksand at a lumbering gait.
Then, as the story goes, a bunch of dudes in varsity jackets who dreamt at night about being the next Queensryche saw that Nirvana one video on MTV. The next day they hid their fringe leather jackets adorned with tin accessories in the back of the closet, swiped a couple of their old man's shirts that he wore when raking leaves and stopped brushing their hair.
Oklahoma City band Glow God are so damn grunge they took their name from a song by the Melvins. But not one of those signed to a major label Melvins albums that one of the above bought at the mall. We're talking about the smelly, smoldering sludge slowly rolling down a jagged mountain, partially killer inept mess that was their first record Gluey Porch Treatments. Any band that is going to take their name from that record is most likely not thinking of making a sick and noisy sound that will help them totally fry their minds and not the stupid shit that might get them onto jukeboxes at bars where douchebags play air guitar on pool cues to Puddle Of Mudd songs.
Tracks like the opener "Numb", which starts off like a questionably maintained jet engine firing up, the biker rock nightmare vibe on "Man Down" and the screeching wall of sticky fuzz that's "Outside My Mind" resemble Mudhoney if they were all about plunging into a heated pool of Robitussin DAC instead of having a member falling for the plunging heroin needles into his veins thing that was expected back then. It's not all "that (particular) Seattle Sound" though either as songs like as "Stuck" wrings a boogie rock rag before throwing it into a bonfire while others such as "Without" and "Taking You Down" give off the feeling of floating on a fluffy cloud right before it joins other to start a thunderstorm.
This is the moldy basement, dirt weed, hick town kind of GRUNGE. Not the kind that has allowed really shitty bands like Creed and Nickelback to go on to influence even shittier ones such as Saving Abel and Evans Blue.