Here was a sound that was far removed from anything remotely popular. Yet the still new Mudhoney got an all-expenses-paid trip to Berlin, to represent Sub Pop records at the Independence Days ’88 showcase. And someone thought to film it.
The sound of a boy and a girl jumping off the edge of the world.
Any attempt to remake and improve on the sullen melodies of No One Can Ever Know is destined to be an exercise in experimentation and, to a lesser extent, homage.
This is a subtle look at war that whispers rather than yells, that reveals scars no bomb or bullet could leave behind.
If you’re a fan of repetitious blurts and pieces, then Quantum Jelly is set to appeal, but keep in mind the album is made for foreplay, not fornication.