The early nineties was a terrible time for rock music - grunge killed so many rock bands it was amazing. I hated Nirvana, Soundgarden, Alice In Chains and Pearl Jam with a passion. Miserable gits singing depressing songs. Go to one of their gigs and the show they put on might as well be a bunch of hoodies stood moaning to themselves in a corner in a shopping mall. You couldn't tell who was the band and who was the crowd - they were all whining about something.
When I go to a gig, or buy an album, I want a band to put on a show, to sing songs that excite the crowd, to have a singer who puts on a performance that deserves to be applauded, not to sulk in a corner like some petulant scruffy kid witha chinny beard.
I hate to say it, but thank God for Justin Hawkins coming along and kicking the miserable bastards up the arse and telling them to get a life. Suddenly it became acceptable to like bands who wanted to enjoy themselves. Falsetto vocals and Freddie Mercury catsuits were back!!!
Grunge died, rock music came back to life, and now what have we got? New albums and tours by Iron Maiden, AC/DC, Whitesnake, Def Leppard, GnR, Queen, Paul Rodgers, Y&T, Kiss, Motorhead, Dio, Black Sabbath (well, Heaven & Hell), Deep Purple, Saxon, Magnum, Girlschool, Queensryche, Tesla, Thunder, Tigertailz, Bon Jovi, Journey, Heart, Aerosmith, etc etc etc. We've returned to 1970s and 1980s stadium rock - which is a good thing. Even Led Zeppelin are talking about reforming.
If grunge had survived and those whinging scruffy zitty kids had still been performing their maudlin funeral dirges in their lumberjack shirts and hoodies with their crap facial hair we'd have all ended up listening to the shit that they play on X Factor just to stop us topping ourselves.
Grunge is dead, long live (real) rock...