Unplugged marks the end of an important chapter in Alice in Chains’ career, but it was also somewhat of a funeral for the grunge era.
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Unplugged marks the end of an important chapter in Alice in Chains’ career, but it was also somewhat of a funeral for the grunge era.
Alice in Chains built a monument to their own self-destruction. They gazed into the abyss like no other bands before them.
We’re far from the days of The House Dirt Built and The Glorious Dead.
Solid, but… slightly overrated? Fans tend to remember this one with rose-colored glasses.
50% awesome and 50% forgettable. A mere rehearsal for what was to come.
Alice in Chains’ iconic debut was an eclectic mix. It had some of their best and most forgettable songs.
LuLu is irremediably bad, but what the fuck were they trying to do with it?
This album feels like a flamethrower to the face, but in the best possible way.
Vince Staples is leaner and meaner than ever on FM! and the peasants rejoice.
I would’ve loved to love this album, but I don’t believe Death Magnetic even loves itself.
Behemoth’s new album is the logical continuation of The Satanist, but it’s a welcome addition to their discography nonetheless.
Anaal Nathrakh don’t only peer in our uncertain future, they also peer into their own.
