Mudhoney Articles
New Musical Express
19 September '98
Mudhoney
Tomorrow Hit Today
MUDHONEY'S debut single, "Touch Me I'm Sick" (released an unbelievable 10
years ago) was the last word in sleazy, sussed punk rock raunch. Along with
MC5's "Kick Out The Jams", it is still the finest, most raggedly vicious
three minutes rock'n'roll has vomited up. The problem is, it sort of made
Mudhoney redundant - there is no way you can follow an opener like that.
And so it's not surprising that, ever since, the Seattle stalwarts have
been comfortably churning out albums which have pleased their core audience,
while not really disturbing the outside world too much. Which is a shame,
as these records have been obscure little garage-psyche gems which deserve
a fate somewhat better than collecting dust in your local record emporium.
"Tomorrow Hits Today" is produced by legendary Rolling Stones knob-twiddler
Jim Dickinsin, and could probably hail from any time over the last 30 years
- 12 portions of spiked, trash rock with Mark Arm's wasted, whiny vocals
and Steve Turner's slutty, FX-drenched guitars surfing over a rumbling
rhythm section beating a rousing tattoo out on the rotting corpse of modern
America.
The songs are the usual hilarious sicko psycho vignettes, from the
karaoke-singing cripple in the bleak "Oblivion", through the mondo-freako
closer "Beneath The Valley Of The Underdog", an epic eight-minute crawl
across the social desert.
So, yeah, more of the same. But, as Mark Arm has no doubt sung at some
point, if you like it broke, don't fix it!
Stevie Chick
3/5
