As their peers hit the comeback trail, grunge pioneers Mudhoney, the ones that never got away, celebrate 25 consistent years of scuzz and snark with their ninth album.
Mudhoney: Vanishing Point
The grungest of all grunge bands ride again.
That nothing much has changed in their world is to be celebrated – their tongue is still rammed firmly into their cheek, alongside a vial of vitriol, while their sound is as super-fuzzy as ever and, if it’s possible, even more loyal to the kingdom of Pop than they have been in the past.
I Don’t Remember You basically revisits Iggy’s I’m Bored, nodding to Seattle home-town hero Hendrix with a sneering ‘‘Scuse me while I fill the shopping cart’, and kicking sarcastic sand in the face of chancers they don’t care about all in one glorious fell swoop. It’s mean, it’s hilarious and it’s a thrill to listen to.
This is punk rock at its snotty, hilarious best, rattling along on a 100mph wave of smart, deadly one-liners and beautifully abrasive riffs. Balls to mellowing with age, Mudhoney’s way sounds loads more fun.