POWERTRIP BY MONSTER MAGNET

IT WAS TOUGH being a rock star in the second half of the 90s. Grunge had swapped the larger-than-life excesses of previous decades for grumbling and heroin, while the best nu metal had to offer was a bunch of whining man-children refusing to tidy their rooms. Luckily for rock’n’roll, Dave Wyndorf was on hand to save it from itself.

“All the bands back then were, like, ‘Yeah, we’re successful but it sucks,’” says the Monster Magnet frontman. “Kurt Cobain killed himself at the top of his game. That was a real bummer. It can’t be that bad being in a successful rock band, right? There’s gotta be some way to laugh through this shit.”

With their fourth album, 1998’s , Monster Magnet showed it was possible. The New Jersey band were the last true rock stars of the 90s, and ’s blockbusting title track was one of the greatest rock’n’roll anthems of any era – a gold-plated, arena-ready monster that rolled with the million dollar