Picture a slate-grey Seattle sky, the waves of an equally slate-grey sea slapping against a wharf strewn with styrofoam Carl’s Jr cups and the slimy residue of wheatgrass juice runoff.
Delve beneath your lumberjack shirt, crack open the chunky Walkman (with auto-reverse, of course) and pop in a new tape as the mountain peeks out from behind the permacloud. The nineties are spread out in front of you and the world is yours. And the tape?
Mudhoney, what else?
Mudhoney played London’s HMV Forum in June.
Photos: Kailas Elmer