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 Alice
in Chains
What the fuck happened to this dog's leg?
It must have chewed off its own appendage to get away from
Layne Staley's whining. Yeah, life sucks and heroin is great--we
got it. A band much past its prime trying to blend grunge
with sensitive, layered beauty just ends up sounding like
mush.
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 Dirt
A classic album of the grunge era, Dirt made
me feel, well, dirty. It may have been the fact I was almost
always covered in Milwaukee's Best while listening to this album,
or the cracked window in my fraternity house bathroom that kept
me from showering as often as is suggested by human nature,
but the churning guitars and guttural vocals stirred something
in my black, flannel-clad heart. The album sounds a little dated
and silly now, but back in the day this was the one to smash
your computer to. |
 Jar
of Flies
Ah, you gotta love any album that starts
with the talk box. The first of Alice in Chains more mellow,
acoustic based EPs, this is definitely one to do smack by.
Featuring their typical harmonies and dark subject matter,
Layne Staley is like the post-apocalyptic Bon Jovi on a couple
tracks, crooning above lighter rock ballads, and even throws
a little STP in there
on the closing track, "Swing On This." It's certainly not
one of their more consistent albums, but, hey, they're not
really consistent guys now, are they? |
 Sap
Dark and haunting acoustic rock from the
masters of sludge, this album reminds me of sitting in a filthy
fraternity room lit only by tiny Christmas bulbs with the
smell of bong water wafting up from the carpet and a comforter
over the window to keep out the -30 degree wind chill from
the Syracuse winter. While a serious downer, it still has
the power to make you want to hit repeat on the CD player. |
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