I was reprimanded today by a certain KEXP DJ for falsely accusing Mudhoney of riding the coattails of the Grunge movement. Apparently they FOUNDED the grunge movement. I always thought they were just given a cookie and granted one song on the Singles Soundtrack… one song too many. I guess I would have known better had I been born here and forced through their droning sets at the Sit and Spin, nodding my head and discussing with my flannel-clad brethren, over steaming lattes, how progressive they are. Luckily, I’m not local. This gives me the distinctive ability to separate myself from the local bands and having an opinion other than “ALL-THINGS-SEATTLE-ARE-TOTALLY_AWESOME…”
Now note, I’m not ranking on all things Seattle. I just think that there is a line we need to draw between opinion and loyalty. As in, ditch your blind devotion for a second and listen to the sophomoric “Where is the Future” (found here) and tell me, HONESTLY, that this doesn’t sound like the runner up to the Ballard High Battle of the Bands. Try not to laugh. This is the song that was deemed worthwhile by our KEXP dj. Not only worthwhile of playing, but worthwhile of defending. Yikes. Where is the Future of indie radio..? I’m tempted to ask, but they get a little protective over there if you offer up anything besides praise.
And check out the lyrics”I want to fly with my personal jetpack. I want to visit my family on Mars.”
Ooooh, what futuristic vision. Where are the little green men? Didn’t Arnold go to Mars..? He must be awesome too. Please, someone explain to me what the hell the attaction is to this band… BESIDES that they’re from Seattle.
If you’re truly sado-masochistic, check out the brilliant repetition in Hard On For War on the same link above… (=shutter=)
Mudhoney and spice and everything nice. THAT’s what boring girls are made of.