James Mercer whines like a petulant puppy who’s rapidly approaching the un-cute stage, and you’re ready to give’m a smackdown. Then, song two is the goods.
Sounds like nothing else Mudhoney has ever done, something apparent with the first droning notes of eight-minute-plus opener “Baby, Can You Dig the Light.”
Guy at the label said it sounded like Mudhoney circa 1989, but the attack is too clean and furious, the guitars aren’t as fuzzy, and the songs are too catchy.
The Kinks were pretty good to a point there until Ray Davies got rich and ditched the greasy stuff and started writing songs about preserving village greens.
These Auzzie scuzzrockers pretty much begat all the other Auzzie scuzzrockers (The Saints, Feedtime, Cosmic Psychos, etc.) and plenty of non-Auzzies, too
It’s alternately pretty’n’ugly’n’sometimes pretty ugly. I’ll be throwin’ it on the next time I smoke pot while I watch the sun come up in a snatch-pink sky.
The best rock’n’roll band on the planet workin’ right now. Shadows on the Sun is their second full-length for Sub Pop and their fifth or sixth overall.