|The late-80s heavy rock renaissance|
Yes, it was a long time ago. But something extraordinary was in the air from 1988-1990...like a new treasure every couple of weeks - new sounds and fresh takes on established styles.
These aren't really in any specific order, well...some are.
Warrel Dane's sinus-clearing wails still gets the blood pumping. Die for me!
Arse-puckering southern rock from...NYC?
Astbury and crew set their sights on American airplay (American Horse, New York City). Hey, aren't these guys from England?
Seventh Son of a Seventh Son
Harris and Co. show their proggy chops. "Infinite Dreams" is fantastic.
"Rain King" is worth the price of admission alone. Moore's drones and skronks straddle endless hooks.
Martha Splatterhead's Maddest Stories Ever Told
Their patchwork assortment of caustic thrash, molestation of 70s covers, and other assorted weirdness ("The Hearse") comes into sharp focus.
Suck on This
The live version of "Tommy the Cat" causes 20% of the world's bass players to call it quits.
Rubin retools an already devastating band.
Blood Fire Death
Thrashy black metal or blackened thrash? Filthy and relentless - Quorthon's finest moment?
It Takes a Nation of Millions to Hold Us Back
Hip hop's revolution begins in earnest. How great is "Night of the Living Baseheads?"
“Process”, “Out of the Body”, “Chronic Infection” - my fave from the Dutch deathies.
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The Real Thing
Funk metal's finest hour? Mike Patton becomes a household name.
Rust in Peace
Mustaine rises like a phoenix with their most impressive lineup to date and "Holy Wars...The Punishment Due"
The combination of Rick Rubin and Glen Danzig results in evilbluesdeathrock bliss. "Evil Thing" is so freakin' cool.
Voivod's thorny-yet-satisfying space jam
The band hits pay dirt with political corruption, mind-controlling drugs, murder and prostitutes-turned clergy. Speak!
The Land of Rape and Honey
Punk becomes cyberpunk in an industrial rock masterpiece. Are there ever more than four degrees of separation from any band and Al Jourgensen?
Sinister Funkhouse #17
Volcanoes erupt! Gutiars buck and wail in a funk frenzy. A barenaked man rants and raves endlessly...
Child-like simplicity, feverish guitar squalls, sawed-off rhythms and Eraserhead-like weirdness culminate in indie rock's finest moment.
Gretchen Goes to Nebraska
This band seemed to come out of nowhere and had it all - exceptional groove, vocal harmonies, weighty heaviness. Still a mindblowing record...