It's been many years since rock music was still important and highly relevant. Artists were not pop bunnies who sang with computer voices, but stars with guitars, poets, explainers of the world.
The beginning of the 90s was dreary and gloomy, until this band: today we listen to "In Utero", the third album by Kurt Cobain's band Nirvana.
What do you do if you want to maintain your credibility in the scene with millions in sales behind you? Fortunately, Kurt Cobain didn't make this question the subject of boring navel-gazing. Instead, he simply extended his sensors towards the past. Which in turn caused him to invoke the original Nirvana spirit even before the “In Utero” recordings.
Consequently, the album does not create post-grunge with a designer look, but instead crowns angry noise eruptions with surprisingly melodic gestures. “Serve The Servants” or the funny “Pennyroyal Tea” strike new notes that nevertheless dance logically on the towering “Nevermind” volcano. Even if the candle burns instead of the flamethrower on cheeky quasi-ballads like “Rape Me”, supposed gentleness is treated on this record with a primal scream.
There was no word here that it would soon be an end for the band that swept through the lame, boring music scene of the 90s like a storm...