Cometh the hour, cometh the band: Seattle alt rockers’ protest album kills fascists.
POLEMIC ISN’T typically the grunge progenitors’ shtick, unless you count their fiery broadside against Chardonnay on 2013’s Vanishing Point. But the Trump presidency has provoked from Mudhoney a venomous, scabrous, often hilarious protest record, full of ramshackle blues, stinging garage-rock and the occasional brawny hardcore pelt. Mark Arm’s lyrics take aim at the unconscionable grifters and their heinous kakistocracy, the “Evangelical hypocrites/laying hands on a pile of shit” (21st Century Pharisees), telling the redneck villain of Hey Neanderfuck “All the Oxycontin in the world won’t make your headache go away”, and summing up the baby boomer generation’s mission statement as “Fuck the planet/Screw your children/Get rich/You win” (Prosperity Gospel), before playing Christ and wailing, “Look at what they’re doing in my name these days” on Messiah’s Lament.
Four angry men: Mudhoney have had enough.