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Tag: 1993

What else should I be – In Utero twenty years on

Kurt Cobain in a drumkit, as he was inclined to do from time to time

I can still remember buying In Utero, on cassette, in my local Our Price. I can remember the anticipation that surrounded its release. There was rumours it was going to unlistenable, that Steve Albini had presided over a messy, noisy session and had done nothing to make it more palatable. The sheen of Nevermind would be gone, replaced by a murky punk. It sounded awesome – the idea of a hugely successful band making an album that would alienate all but their most devoted fans greatly appealed to my teenage self. Loving bands as a teenager is all about having those bands to yourself. They are your secret, your refuge, your way of knowing that while you might feel like you’re on your own you have something your peers can’t get their hands on, something they don’t understand. That is obviously harder when you love the biggest band in the world. Read the rest of this entry »

I don’t see no confusion anywhere

I remember hearing Anyone Can Play Guitar for the first time on the John Peel show. Radiohead don’t really seem a “John Peel band”. I’m sure one or two of their songs made his annual Festive Fifty poll that year and he commented that he didn’t even think he’d played Radiohead on his show. But he did. I had recorded evidence. Read the rest of this entry »

It shouldn’t matter to you

Razzmatazz is the great forgotten Pulp single. I remember picking up the 12″ single in a bargain bin of a local record shop, the kind of record shop that doesn’t exist anymore. It wasn’t particularly fancy, was geared more to mainstream stuff and that appeared to be what it sold. So, if you liked a more obscure song, it paid to wait a few weeks and then sift through the bargain bin. It was a good and cheap way of discovering new bands, or at least hearing bands I’d read about but couldn’t hear on the radio. Read the rest of this entry »

I’ll be your whatever you want

There is a pretty good case to be made that Cannonball by The Breeders was the best single of 1993. I think you could even make a case that it was the best single of the whole decade. If it happened to be someone’s favourite single ever I don’t think I’d be that surprised. Read the rest of this entry »

Words are never enough

Manic Street Preachers

Right, finally I’m beginning my 1993-in-music-type-project in earnest, starting with a post on the Manic Street Preachers’ second album, Gold Against the Soul. While it is far from my favourite album of 1993, it was the first album I could gather up enough thoughts and opinions to write about. The Manics were a band that I read about before I listened to. I remember picking up a cassette of their single Little Baby Nothing in the bargain bin at Woolworth’s. I loved it, but it was far less abrasive than I’d imagined they’d sound from reading the reviews and interviews. Still, it was the start of them being one of my favourite groups of my teenage years. Read the rest of this entry »