Can you call it a comeback when the artist hasn’t left us? How about a resurgence or a re-emergence? Yeah, that’s better. After all, we’re talking about Bob Mould … the punk master who’s consistently put out material over the last two decades. With latest Silver Age, Mould is back, and he’s on fire.
Silver Age harkens back to an emotional energy last realized in 1992 when Mould’s Sugar put out Copper Blue. The man himself has admitted that this latest effort was penned as a companion piece and, boy howdy, is it ever.
Chock full of crunching guitars and in-your-face vocals, Mould shows that a 52-year-old can bash it out with the best of ’em. Actually, he proves that he can bash it out better than most. “Never too old to contain my rage,” posits Mould in the first cut, “Star Machine.”
The album is cohesive, powerful and way too short. It flows so well that just as it begins, it seems to be over. It goes that quickly, clocking in at under 40 minutes. Mould, not one to sit and reflect, bangs out his message and leaves the listener in an hysteria that can only be satisfied with a repeat.