I was definitely into grunge in the early 90s - watching 120 Minutes on MTV was a weekly staple, and I would tape it and watch it over and over throughout the week. In 1991, we visited friends in Seattle, and saw our first Starbucks. When we got home, I couldn't wait to tell people about this magical land of lattes.
But we never went out to see any music in Seattle, and to this day I regret that. Who might we have seen in a small Seattle club? Nirvana, Mudhoney, Pearl Jam? Oh well.
This is a long way of getting to the fact that Alice in Chains was never a band I listened to back then - other than a song here or there, or the Singles soundtrack (still one of the greatest movie soundtracks ever).
This album is raw like an open cut - but I mean that in a good way. It's truly primal stuff - intense and a kick in the teeth. You can feel the drugs and pain seeping through Lane Staley's voice. This shit's real.
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