Bands like Dinosaur Junior, Sebadoh and Pearl Jam were never called progressive, but they probably should have been.
Whilst all these bands were grungey yep, alt-rocky yep, they had a melody, and they drew things out, they strung stuff out, a nice pleasant sound – and that’s what progressive means right?
I don’t know actually, but anyway Undo have, with their single Hollow Hands, fast-tracked what I’ve decided to call progressive grunge into the twenty-first century.
I mean, I’m ready for this revival. I’m ready for a reinterpretation, another stab at the thing.
I like Undo, they make me feel good.
In all honesty a great big grunge revival is not on the cards right now. But there are one or two bands pottering around. Eight months ago Bohica put some grunge fusion out. Bohica’s guitars roll, they grandstand and buzz like Sugar, like Sugar and Bob Mould, they cry out like the Pixies. Lyrically they’re somewhere between Dig and Swervedriver. What the fuck are these four post-pubescents doing in the early 1990s!? They’re there because the grunge alt rock of that period was the most meaningful music ever made, it spoke of human drudgery, of the shitness of life, but it felt cool to be aware, it was a true friend.
Did you know Swervedriver are touring again? Digging up the best and worst from twenty years ago, its time to go into therapy.