Rock preview: Mudhoney, London

Though you might have thought it a genre too stoned to remember anniversaries, grunge is 20 years old. And although the movement's figurehead, Kurt Cobain, was not destined to make it to the celebration, it's a testament to their robust character that Seattle's own Mudhoney have stayed the course. We were there at the beginning, their fortitude seems to say - by God we'll be there at the end. More balanced, more humorous, and, ironically, less marketable than many of their introspective contemporaries, Mark Arm's band gave the scene an outsider's rallying cry - Touch Me, I'm Sick - before Nirvana gave it its anthems, and if stellar success was not to be theirs, they've instead enjoyed good health and long life. A new album, The Lucky Ones, would seem to confirm that. Though fun, it's the recently reissued Superfuzz Bigmuff, however, that contains the likely anthemic moments here.