The heart of grunge. This is what Mudhoney are, and this is what Mudhoney always have been. From inspiring a generation of rock fans to grow their hair long and freak out to their anthemic debut single, 1988’s Touch Me I’m Sick, to spitting liquefied anger about the Trump administration on 2018’s Digital Garbage, to being as pissed off – if not more – on latest album Plastic Eternity, the Pacific Northwest band are always rocking the good rock.
“They’ve been solid since day one,” remarks Tom Hazelmyer, founder of Minneapolis hardcore label Amphetamine Reptile.
This is true. In a world where racist charlatans and blowhard bullies are given free rein to rule and ruin people’s lives, Mudhoney still abide.
In 1988, Mudhoney’s dirty, highly distorted rock (distorted mainly because the band couldn’t afford decent amplifiers) corrupted and determined the fate of countless musicians and fans. Nirvana, Pearl Jam, Mogwai, Queens Of The Stone Age, anyone who ever attended an indie disco in
