Hold It In

[Metalhead Cow]

This was on the front page of Melvins.net, spring of 2013.
Jeff Pinkus of the Butthole Surfers & Honky spoke to the Austin Chronicle about his recent collaboration with the Melvins and their soon to be released EP entitled 'PINKUS':

In December, Melvins drummer Dale Crover performed with Honky, the local trio led by the Surfers' favored bassist Jeff Pinkus. Not long afterward, he met with Crover and Melvins singer/guitarist Buzz Osborne in L.A. for some writing and recording. The session, engineered by Big Business/Melvins wingman Toshi Kasai, yielded four songs, two written and sung by Pinkus. Titled "Pist Pistoferson" and "AM Radio Head," they reined the sludge vets into Pinkus' world of "big stupid rock songs." The other two tunes, penned by Osborne, utilize the cryptic tunings and oozing riffage that remain distinctly Melvins. "My songwriting is so much more structured than theirs," laughs Pinkus. "I write in a rock way whereas Buzz comes up with riffs so intricate that we'd have to remind ourselves what we did last practice. That's probably why they want me as a bass player, because I can remember his parts when he can't!" Pinkus and Osborne even did a little role reversal, switching off guitar and bass duties on one song. The EP, titled Pinkus, comes out on AmRep this spring. Many of the label's releases are in quantities of 700 and sell out quickly. "The Melvins put out so much stuff that this will be only a brief blurb in the timeline of their releases," reflects Pinkus. "But for me it's something that I've been real proud to be a part of
It never surfaced. I think some of the facts have changed, ie; album vs ep, Ipecac vs AmRep.....

i feel confused

You are. I am. Cow is. Stoner is. But most of all, Buzz, Dale & Pinkus are, as well! 

Wow, I completely forgot about this announcement. I did see it on the front page at the time. 

[meezer]

This was on the front page of Melvins.net, spring of 2013.
Jeff Pinkus of the Butthole Surfers & Honky spoke to the Austin Chronicle about his recent collaboration with the Melvins and their soon to be released EP entitled 'PINKUS':

Wow, I completely forgot about this announcement. I did see it on the front page at the time. 

Yeah. I was obsessed with it. I researched it and found something from AmRep that said that it would not be released by them, anytime soon. I suppose that there has been a lot of confusion on this one, since it was announced. Maybe by design. 

[FartLips]

Their tolerance for pot must have gotten low...
and with the way the medical scene has changed in the last twenty...

dale hasn't changed. Believe me.

[(the) flutter nuts]

Whem i saw the Moistboyz in Dec, Steven Hass was playing guitar. Having drinks with the band at the hotel bar he noticed my Melvins shirt and started tell me how he lives in TX and has the studio and Buzz was down there recording with Pinkus, Paul Leary , Claude Colman jr, Curt Kirkwood. He said a lot of the stuff was Buzz' and Paul, about half and half. He told me that it should be coming out as a Melvins album from what he was told. He would have let me hear some but his phone had died! He was very very excited to be a part of it.

[bUTTHOLEmAN]

Whem i saw the Moistboyz in Dec, Steven Hass was playing guitar. Having drinks with the band at the hotel bar he noticed my Melvins shirt and started tell me how he lives in TX and has the studio and Buzz was down there recording with Pinkus, Paul Leary , Claude Colman jr, Curt Kirkwood. He said a lot of the stuff was Buzz' and Paul, about half and half. He told me that it should be coming out as a Melvins album from what he was told. He would have let me hear some but his phone had died! He was very very excited to be a part of it.

[black stallion]

Whem i saw the Moistboyz in Dec, Steven Hass was playing guitar. Having drinks with the band at the hotel bar he noticed my Melvins shirt and started tell me how he lives in TX and has the studio and Buzz was down there recording with Pinkus, Paul Leary , Claude Colman jr, Curt Kirkwood. He said a lot of the stuff was Buzz' and Paul, about half and half. He told me that it should be coming out as a Melvins album from what he was told. He would have let me hear some but his phone had died! He was very very excited to be a part of it.

Curt Kirkwood

[drumfreak:)]

oh god i want this album so bad..

[(the) flutter nuts]

Whem i saw the Moistboyz in Dec, Steven Hass was playing guitar. Having drinks with the band at the hotel bar he noticed my Melvins shirt and started tell me how he lives in TX and has the studio and Buzz was down there recording with Pinkus, Paul Leary , Claude Colman jr, Curt Kirkwood. He said a lot of the stuff was Buzz' and Paul, about half and half. He told me that it should be coming out as a Melvins album from what he was told. He would have let me hear some but his phone had died! He was very very excited to be a part of it.

Curt Kirkwood

there was a pic of them all together at that session, that Steve took. i'll try to find it

[(the) flutter nuts]

Whem i saw the Moistboyz in Dec, Steven Hass was playing guitar. Having drinks with the band at the hotel bar he noticed my Melvins shirt and started tell me how he lives in TX and has the studio and Buzz was down there recording with Pinkus, Paul Leary , Claude Colman jr, Curt Kirkwood. He said a lot of the stuff was Buzz' and Paul, about half and half. He told me that it should be coming out as a Melvins album from what he was told. He would have let me hear some but his phone had died! He was very very excited to be a part of it.

Curt Kirkwood

there was a pic of them all together at that session, that Steve took. i'll try to find it

Found it

[bUTTHOLEmAN]

Thanks Flutter!

[black stallion]

thanks Flutt

[Dumpster D]

Cool. 

[GrimReaper]

I wonder if the name of the new album came from this story:

The Melvins '51 States in 51 Days' Tour Diary, Days 11, 12 & 13: They Almost Get Stabbed!
September 18 2012, 4:58 PM ET
by Trevor Dunn
September 15, 2012 – Omaha, NE – The Waiting Room
September 16, 2012 – Des Moines, IA – Wooly's
September 17, 2012 – Sioux Falls, SD – The Vault
13 down, 38 to go
The stretch of road between Denver and Lawrence, Kansas, spans a tireless, vast, empty 562 miles. It's the kind of road that makes you wonder why people complain about overpopulation and urban density or lack of space for landfill. If you want to go somewhere in the U.S. where there is little to do or see, and you have the place to yourself, there are plenty of options. All you have to do is accept the nothingness. As long as you're ok with having no friends and eating garbage, you will have all the personal space you need.
We are traveling in a van, not a bus, so personal space is limited. It's comfortable enough, has a good stereo, air conditioning and even wi-fi. One thing is does not have is a toilet. After loading up on coffee first thing in the
morning, you can count on several pee stops. Of course, we are a van full of dudes. We can pee anywhere, and we do. My pee is no less disgusting than a dog's so I'm going to take the liberty of watering trees, fire hydrants, or the tires of the opening band's vehicle whenever the urge strikes. But sometimes you gotta go number two and in that situation a vacant lot behind a liquor store is just not gonna cut the cake.
Somewhere along the drive to Lawrence, Dave, our tour manager/soundguy, found himself in a dire situation. There wasn't a gas station for miles and he was...Well, he was prairie doggin'. You know, crowning. He had some cable laying to attend to, post haste. Time was running out and none of us wanted to be subject to poopy pants in the limited quarters of the van. I was trying to enjoy my Hot Pocket and chocolate milk for cryin' out loud. Eventually, we came across a very sad, remote truck stop. By this time everyone needed the can, but unfortunately, the urinal was out of order. Only one toilet was available, so we waited our turns while loitering around the convenience store eyeing dusty boxes of cereal and bubblegum that had somehow passed their expiration dates.
Now I know we aren't a bunch of preened pretty boys in business suits, but we're a trustworthy bunch, or usually are I should say. Brian, our merch guy, decided he'd had enough and went for the unoccupied women's restroom. (There wasn't a female within 30 miles of this joint, and I don't blame them. It looked like a prime hangout for rapists and child molesters). Just as Brian had his hand on the doorknob, urine threatening to make it's escape, the bleary-eyed, half-dead clerk jumped to attention and pulled a knife, yelling at the top of his lungs in some unidentifiable accent, "You no allow, you no allow, NO NO NO NO NO."
A chaotic scene developed at which time Dale snuck into the women's room. Dave was still in the can exorcising the evil that Cracker Barrel had bewitched upon him. I was ready to bust a valve myself, so I opened up the beer cooler and peed on the Bud Lite. In the meantime Buzz was shoving packets of beef jerky and Skittles into his pockets. Brian was, at this point, backed into a corner by the maniacal clerk. The two were yelling at each other as Brian tried to inch his way to the front door. That's when I heard a scream from the toilet, "There's no fucking toilet paper in here!" Cliff, our stage guy, who had been rolling blunts in the van, walked into the milieu and then slowly walked out. Right then the clerk seemed to half-faint and slumped up against the wall which was decorated with posters of locals who had been arrested for various crimes most of which involved meth and domestic violence.
I'm not sure if those guys found any toilet paper 'cause I got the hell out of there and back in the van, but not before I saw a pack of unruly teenagers walk in. We high-tailed it out of there and left it in their hands. Buzz passed around some Skittles and we drove the rest of the way in complete silence...
It was only a couple of nondescript days later that we found ourselves in the bustling hubbub of Sioux Falls, South Dakota. I walked from the venue to a mall to mail some postcards. The mall had four open businesses: a wedding center, a tuxedo shop, a baby boutique and a pharmacy. I could only assume that the streets were empty because it was 6 p.m. on a Monday night and all of the picture perfect, functional families were preparing supper in their dream homes. I walked back to the venue and slammed four shots of tequila.

[Buzzinthebox]

I wonder if the name of the new album came from this story:

The Melvins '51 States in 51 Days' Tour Diary, Days 11, 12 & 13: They Almost Get Stabbed!
September 18 2012, 4:58 PM ET
by Trevor Dunn
September 15, 2012 – Omaha, NE – The Waiting Room
September 16, 2012 – Des Moines, IA – Wooly's
September 17, 2012 – Sioux Falls, SD – The Vault
13 down, 38 to go
The stretch of road between Denver and Lawrence, Kansas, spans a tireless, vast, empty 562 miles. It's the kind of road that makes you wonder why people complain about overpopulation and urban density or lack of space for landfill. If you want to go somewhere in the U.S. where there is little to do or see, and you have the place to yourself, there are plenty of options. All you have to do is accept the nothingness. As long as you're ok with having no friends and eating garbage, you will have all the personal space you need.
We are traveling in a van, not a bus, so personal space is limited. It's comfortable enough, has a good stereo, air conditioning and even wi-fi. One thing is does not have is a toilet. After loading up on coffee first thing in the
morning, you can count on several pee stops. Of course, we are a van full of dudes. We can pee anywhere, and we do. My pee is no less disgusting than a dog's so I'm going to take the liberty of watering trees, fire hydrants, or the tires of the opening band's vehicle whenever the urge strikes. But sometimes you gotta go number two and in that situation a vacant lot behind a liquor store is just not gonna cut the cake.
Somewhere along the drive to Lawrence, Dave, our tour manager/soundguy, found himself in a dire situation. There wasn't a gas station for miles and he was...Well, he was prairie doggin'. You know, crowning. He had some cable laying to attend to, post haste. Time was running out and none of us wanted to be subject to poopy pants in the limited quarters of the van. I was trying to enjoy my Hot Pocket and chocolate milk for cryin' out loud. Eventually, we came across a very sad, remote truck stop. By this time everyone needed the can, but unfortunately, the urinal was out of order. Only one toilet was available, so we waited our turns while loitering around the convenience store eyeing dusty boxes of cereal and bubblegum that had somehow passed their expiration dates.
Now I know we aren't a bunch of preened pretty boys in business suits, but we're a trustworthy bunch, or usually are I should say. Brian, our merch guy, decided he'd had enough and went for the unoccupied women's restroom. (There wasn't a female within 30 miles of this joint, and I don't blame them. It looked like a prime hangout for rapists and child molesters). Just as Brian had his hand on the doorknob, urine threatening to make it's escape, the bleary-eyed, half-dead clerk jumped to attention and pulled a knife, yelling at the top of his lungs in some unidentifiable accent, "You no allow, you no allow, NO NO NO NO NO."
A chaotic scene developed at which time Dale snuck into the women's room. Dave was still in the can exorcising the evil that Cracker Barrel had bewitched upon him. I was ready to bust a valve myself, so I opened up the beer cooler and peed on the Bud Lite. In the meantime Buzz was shoving packets of beef jerky and Skittles into his pockets. Brian was, at this point, backed into a corner by the maniacal clerk. The two were yelling at each other as Brian tried to inch his way to the front door. That's when I heard a scream from the toilet, "There's no fucking toilet paper in here!" Cliff, our stage guy, who had been rolling blunts in the van, walked into the milieu and then slowly walked out. Right then the clerk seemed to half-faint and slumped up against the wall which was decorated with posters of locals who had been arrested for various crimes most of which involved meth and domestic violence.
I'm not sure if those guys found any toilet paper 'cause I got the hell out of there and back in the van, but not before I saw a pack of unruly teenagers walk in. We high-tailed it out of there and left it in their hands. Buzz passed around some Skittles and we drove the rest of the way in complete silence...
It was only a couple of nondescript days later that we found ourselves in the bustling hubbub of Sioux Falls, South Dakota. I walked from the venue to a mall to mail some postcards. The mall had four open businesses: a wedding center, a tuxedo shop, a baby boutique and a pharmacy. I could only assume that the streets were empty because it was 6 p.m. on a Monday night and all of the picture perfect, functional families were preparing supper in their dream homes. I walked back to the venue and slammed four shots of tequila.

Could be! All I remember is jeff pinkus told me a story about him and a buddy and buzzo ran out of weed and had only one bud left so they joked about holding it in which in turn turned into fart jokes. This was probably during the recording of the album for sure, buzzo didnt partake in the smoking btw I asked haha. But the rest of my conversation is a bit fuzzy jeff talked to me a lot which was awesome. He also told me a funny incident with king buzzo and what he thought was water

[linoleum blownapart]

Maybe the Pinkus EP got scrapped? Not that I wouldn't welcome an album with Pinkus but I'm ready for more Big Biz. We need answers, now!

The Pinkus ep got stretched out to a full length.  Magic 8 ball says about the center of October.