When Bush first hit in 1994, they were the band critics loved to hate. Marketed as the next Nirvana barely eight months after Kurt Cobain’s death, Bush featured an angsty baritone by singer Gavin Rossdale that was dismissed as grunge pastiche. Even after Sixteen Stone sold 20 million copies worldwide, the backlash only grew. Courtney Love, never one to miss a chance to stir the pot, said, “Everyone gave me so much shit because Gavin sounded a lot like Kurt. But man, he was such an Adonis in his day.” As if that explained everything. And maybe it does. His cheekbones and wolfish widow’s peak became a liability—too pretty for grunge, too glossy for credibility.

But time is the great redeemer. Three decades later, Rossdale has outlasted his detractors. Nearing 60, he’s still unfairly handsome, and Bush have just released their 10th album, I Beat Loneliness. Far from nostalgia bait, the record has been praised for its emotional intensity and its willingness to bend grunge’s DNA into new shapes. It’s the sound of survival—not just of a band, but of a man determined to keep pushing forward.