Bob Mould

The scene of mass adulation as the band exits attests that this is far more than a mere walk down memory lane – this is rock’n’roll at its pinnacle.

The towering Hoover Dam makes this reviewer howl along if driving to it, so it’s nice to know there are several hundred others who do the same.

"I think for those of us who love music we’re very aware of our place in the overall scheme of things, and try to help out whenever possible. I just try to stay engaged and always listen to music.”

"I can be sitting in my neighbourhood having a coffee, someone walks by, does a double take, then comes up to show me they have 20 or 30 of my songs in their iPod. Like, how that does happen? You have to love that – unless you’re Morrissey, of course.”

A smashing return to form from one of the most influential musicians ever to strap on a Strat – long live king Bob!

A little from column A and a little from column B.

Silver Age rages and growls, sneers and weeps, like his best work.