When: Sat., Aug. 31, 8 p.m. 2013
The early-90s Sub Pop grunge sound is rebecoming all the rage, but it didn’t actually go away. Mudhoney are 25 years old, and they never stopped doing it in the first place—its reborn form is essentially a confounding metagenre of the music they’ve been playing all along. The Seattle-sound pioneers didn’t find the kind of fame that ruined other DIY bands of the era, and nine LPs in (Vanishing Point came out a few months back) they’re staying the course, mixing sometimes bluesy rock ’n’ roll with well-seasoned anti-everything punk cantankerousness (“Chardonnay,” for example, riffs on really shitty wine and the soccer moms who drink it). Onstage front man Mark Arm still has the same kind of snotty, sarcastic spunk he had when his hair was longer and kids in ripped-up flannel banged their heads to his every word—the only difference is that now some of the kids have bifocals. On Vanishing Point, Mudhoney expertly craft sleazy, angsty rock songs (“The Final Course”) and catchy singles with anthemic gang choruses (“I Like It Small”), demonstrating that the best way to age gracefully is to do it as a bunch of dignified curmudgeons. —Kevin Warwick Easy Action and Protomartyr open.