Description
With a sludgy, chainsaw guitar sound that owes as much to early Black Sabbath as to Kurt Cobain’s heroes The Melvins, whose drummer puts in an appearance here, Nirvana emerges from Seattle’s underground scene as standard-bearers of a style that embraces the anger and energy of punk alongside the thick, muddy sonic attack favored by early ’70s proto-metal bands. Cobain’s lyrics are fueled by outrage and self-loathing, combining literary flair with a direct, visceral quality that makes him a viable candidate for the John-Lennon-of-Gen X award.
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