Why review a collection, and a double one at that?

Simple, because after 10 years of inactivity, Uncle Jerry, the diabolical mind behind Alice in Chains, after the loss of one of the greatest singers of the '90s, a frontman of immense charisma such as Layne Staley, calls back the incredibly talented drummer Sean Kinney and bassist Mike Inez and recruits a new singer, one William DuVall, already with the Comes With The Fall, and decides to release a new album under the name Alice in Chains (bad taste or a brilliant idea?).

Before the reviews of "Black Gives Way To Blue" arrive, I'd like to remind the Debaserian people who Alice in Chains were and what they did before Layne's tragic disappearance, and I can only do that by reviewing this colossal album, 2 CDs, 28 tracks taken from every release of the band that best captured the "grunge" spirit of the golden years of Seattle.

Their activity began in far-off 1987 and (after an EP titled "We Die Young"), their "real" discographic debut, "Facelift", decidedly remarkable for a debut, is dated 1990, from which the irreverent and powerful "We Die Young", a somewhat prophetic title, the splendid and claustrophobic "Man in the Box", the epic "Sea of Sorrow", the dark monumental "Love Hate Love", where Layne was already showing off his great vocal abilities, and was foreshadowing the agony and suffering that would soon permeate all of Alice's subsequent production. With this calling card, the four boys presented themselves to the world, boarded a train that would take them to stages across half the planet on a journey that artistically lasted 6 years and for one of them was drastically and abruptly halted on April 5, 2002.

From "Sap", a splendid acoustic gem, an EP of only 5 tracks, are drawn the twilight "Am I Inside", the superb intertwining of voices in "Brother", the semi-electric "Got Me Wrong", these two also featured in the band's last release, the famous "Unplugged" of 1996, and a very rare pearl labeled Alice Mudgarden, that is the union of Mark Arm - Chris Cornell - Layne Staley, in "Right Turn". From this magnificent jewel, only the mad "Love Story" is missing, purposely left out I think. Alice in Chains surprises quite a bit with this small masterpiece, but they want to show that beyond sonic violence there is a more intimate side and they are certainly not afraid to show it.

We then arrive at the consecration album, the magnificent and unreachable "Dirt".

It is not exactly known what the term "Grunge" means, attributed to Seattle bands certainly by the press, the latter always with the nasty habit of labeling everything to make "fashion" and "trend" (brrrr..), but if we want to find the appropriate soundtrack for the genre, it can't be other than "Dirt": a sick, drugged, and distorted album to the limit.

From this milestone, the selected tracks are the psychedelic "Rain When I Die", the metallic "Them Bones", the dark, acidic "Angry Chair", the explosive "Dam That River", the endless lament of "Dirt", the twisted and charming "God Smack", the slow, cadenced, bluesy funeral procession of "Hate To Feel" and the splendid, I find no other words, electric ballad "Rooster". Inexplicably left out is the famous and poignant "Down In A Hole", it's unknown if this was on purpose or not.. While the power of "Would?" explodes only in the last track of the second disc (and luckily they included this one I say!).

After "Dirt", the success is global, but it also proves to be Alice's ruin: Staley becomes increasingly dependent on drugs and struggles to sing, he has to record more vocal parts to add depth to his studio performances, but the "luciferan" voice is still fully heard.. Alice takes some reflective pause with the album to which I am most attached and consider a true masterpiece, I am referring to the electro-acoustic "Jar Of Flies", where the band's "angelic" side emerges once again. The decadent pop of "No Excuses", with that peculiar Kinney riff, opens the second disc, followed by the gentle and symphonic "I Stay Away", four minutes of auditory delight. After these only two extracts (unjustly), we move on to two singles used for the "Last Action Hero" soundtrack, namely "What The Hell Have I" and "A Little Bitter".

From the last, self-titled (many like to call it "Tripod") studio album, a kind of "testament in grand style", the extracts are the biting "Grind", the reflective "Heaven Beside You" and "Again", where in the video you can notice Layne's significant physical decline. Honestly, I would have chosen others ("Brush Away" and "Sludge Factory" above all), but it is what it is.. We're content just the same.

To close the circle, we find two pieces from the band's last recorded performance, that "Unplugged" wonderfully sick and damnably fascinating dated 30/07/1996, the poignant farewell to the spotlight of a legendary voice that retired in silence and solitude, without disturbance, without the clamor of the media circus.. Let me go in peace seemed to say Layne sitting on that stool, as he modulated the last notes from his "sick" vocal cords. The last magnificent flight.. "Over Now" and the heartbreaking, poetic Nutshell, which I would have preferred in studio version, but it's right for a King/gladiator to receive his applause, it's right for the crowd to greet him with the greatest roar when he enters the scene for the last time.

The curtain definitively falls with the last two pieces composed by Alice in Chains before the silence: "Get Born Again" and "Died".

This collection can serve two purposes: introduce the new generation to who Alice in Chains were and their splendid music, in addition to avoiding the search for individual records as most of the material recorded by the band throughout their artistic parabola can be found here, hence an excellent idea of their proposal can be formed. The third hidden option is: to funnel more "grain" into the pockets of good Jerry Cantrell and company, but we won't mention that, come on..

Layne Staley was found dead in his home on April 19, 2002, but the death dates back to April 5, the same day as "another" who made much more "noise" leaving.. His venomous companion took care of finishing him: an overdose of speedball.

Layne went away alone, forgotten by everyone, his death almost went unnoticed..

His last public words are encapsulated in this interview.

Now, ten years later, the story continues; I don't know if it makes sense or not to come back under the same name, but I hope at least that Layne's memory is duly honored by this new venture because He, for better or worse, never betrayed Alice, behaving as a true Gentleman until the last performance.

R.I.P.

Tracklist and Lyrics

01   We Die Young (02:32)

Scary's on the wall
Scary's on his way

Watch where you spit
I'd advise you wait until it's over
Then you got hit
And you shoulda known better

And we die young
Faster we run

Down, down, down you're rollin'
Watch the blood float in the muddy sewer
Take another hit
And bury your brother

[CHORUS]

Scary's on the wall
Scary's on his way

Another alley trip
Bullet seeks the place to bend you over
Then you got hit
And you shoulda known better

Faster we run
and we die young

02   Man in the Box (04:46)

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, oh
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, oh

I'm the man in the box
Buried in my shit
Won't you come and save me, save me

Feed my eyes, can you sew them shut?
Jesus Christ, deny your maker
He who tries, will be wasted
Feed my eyes now you've sewn them shut

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, oh
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, oh

I'm the dog who gets beat
Shove my nose in shit
Won't you come and save me, save me

Feed my eyes, can you sew them shut?
Jesus Christ, deny your maker
He who tries, will be wasted
Feed my eyes now you've sewn them shut

Feed my eyes, can you sew them shut?
Jesus Christ, deny your maker
He who tries, will be wasted
Feed my eyes now you've sewn them shut

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, oh
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, oh

03   Sea of Sorrow (05:50)

Mind, of destructive taste
I chose... To stroll amongst the waste
That was your heart
Lost in the dark
Call off the chase

Walls of thought, strong and high
As my castle, crumbles with time...
I think of you
Oh, yes I do
Such a crime

You opened fire... And your mark was true
You opened fire... Aim my smilin' skull at you
You opened fire...
I live tomorrow, you I'll not follow
As you wallow, in a sea of sorrow

Lines cut across my face
Why you laugh at my disgrace
I'll never know
How far to go
To reach that place

You opened fire... And your mark was true
You opened fire... Aim my smilin' skull at you
You opened fire...
I live tomorrow, you I'll not follow
As you wallow in a sea of sorrow

04   Love, Hate, Love (06:28)

05   Am I Inside (05:09)

06   Brother (04:28)

Frozen in the place I hide
Not afraid to paint my sky with
Some who say I've lost my mind
Brother try and hope to find

You were always so far away
I know that pain so don't you run away
Like you used to do

Roses in a vase of white
Bloodied by the thorns beside the leaves
That fall because my hand is
Pulling them hard as I can

You were always so far away
I know that pain
So I won't run away like I used to do

Pictures in a box at home
Yellowing and green with mold
So I can barely see your face
Wonder how that color taste

You were always so far away
I know the way so don't you run away
Like you used to do

07   Got Me Wrong (04:11)

Yeah, it goes away
All of this and more of nothing in my life
No colored clay
Individuality not safe

As of now I bet you got me wrong
So unsure you run from something strong

I can't let go
Threadbare tapestry unwinding slow
Feel a tortured brain
Show your belly like you want me to

As of now I bet you got me wrong
So unsure you run from something strong

I haven't felt like this in so long
Wrong, in a sense too far gone from love
That don't last forever
Somethings gotta turn out right

You sugar taste
Sweetness doesn't often touch my face
Stay if you please
You may not be here when I leave

As of now I bet you got me wrong
So unsure we run for something strong

I haven't felt like this in so long
Wrong, in a sense too far gone from love
Strong, I haven't felt like this in so long
Wrong, in a sense too far gone from love
That don't last forever
Somethings gotta turn out right

08   Right Turn (03:14)

Inside always trying to get back inside
But it's so hard to penetrate pig-thick skin

I'm 'bout as low as I can get
I'd leave but I can't forget
Still I wonder why it ain't right, mmm it ain't right, oooh
Ain't right, mmm it ain't right, yeah

'Bout as low as she can get
She'll leave me but she won't forget
And she wonders why she ain't right, she ain't right
Ain't right, she ain't right

Now we're as low as we can get
Can't leave and can't forget
We ain't right, we ain't right
Not right, we ain't right

Well it's hard to believe that somebody tricked you
when you can see you were only high
It's all up to you so you gamble
flat on your face and into the fire

09   Rain When I Die (06:03)

10   Them Bones (02:30)

I believe, them bones are me
Some say, we're born into the grave

I feel so alone, gon' end up a
Big ole pile a them bones

Dust rise, right on over my time
Empty, fossil of the new scene

I feel so alone, gon' end up a
Big ole pile a them bones

Toll due, bad dream come true
I lie, dead gone under red sky

I feel so alone, gon' end up a
Big ole pile a them -
I feel so alone, gon' end up a
Big ole pile a them -
I feel so alone, gon' end up a
Big ole pile a them bones

11   Angry Chair (04:48)

Sitting on an angry chair
Angry walls that steal the air
Stomach hurts and I don't care

What do I see across the way, hey
See myself molded in clay, oh
Stares at me, yeah I'm afraid, hey
Changing the shape of his face, aw yeah

Candles red I have a pair
Shadows dancing everywhere
Burning on the angry chair

Little boy made a mistake, hey
Pink cloud has now turned to gray, oh
All that I want is to play, hey
Get on your knees, time to pray, boy

I don't mind, yeah
I don't mind, I-I-I
I don't mind, yeah
I don't mind, I-I-I
Lost my mind, yeah
But I don't mind, I-I-I
Can't find it anywhere
I don't mind

Corporate prison, we stay, hey
I'm a dull boy, work all day, oh
So I'm strung out anyway, hey

Loneliness is not a phase
Field of pain is where I graze
Serenity is far away

Saw my reflection and cried, hey
So little hope that I died, oh
Feed me your lies, open wide, hey
Weight of my heart, not the size, oh

I don't mind, yeah
I don't mind, I-I-I
I don't mind, yeah
I don't mind, I-I-I
Lost my mind, yeah
But I don't mind, I-I-I
Can't find it anywhere
I don't mind, I-I-I

Pink cloud has now turned to gray
All that I want is to play
Get on your knees time to pray, boy

12   Dam That River (03:10)

I broke you in the canyon
I drowned you in the lake
You a snake that I would trample
Only thing I'd not embrace

Oh, you couldn't dam that river
And maybe I don't give a damn anyway
So you couldn't dam that river
And it washed me so far away

I pushed and then you stumbled
I kicked you in the face
You stare at me so hollow
Got to keep that killin' pace

Oh, you couldn't dam that river
And maybe I don't give a damn anyway
So you couldn't dam that river
And it washed me so far away

I burned the place around you
I hit you with a rake
You piss upon my candle
So proving you're a fake

Oh, you couldn't dam thar river
And maybe I don't give a damn anyway
So you couldn't dam that river
And it washed me so far away

13   Dirt (05:16)

I Have Never Felt Such Frustration
Or Lack Of Self Control
I Want You To Kill Me
And Dig Me Under, I Wanna Live No More

One Who Doesn't Care Is One Who Shouldn't Be
I've Tried To Hide Myself From What Is
Wrong For Me, For Me

I Want To Taste Dirty, A Stinging Pistol
In My Mouth, On My Tongue
I Want You To Scrape Me From The Walls
And Go Crazy Like You've Made Me

One who doesn't care is one who shouldn't be
Iv'e tried to hide myself from what is
Wrong for me, for me

You, You Are So Special
You Have The Talent To
Make Me Feel Like Dirt
And You, You Use Your
Talent To Dig Me Under
And Cover Me With Dirt

14   God Smack (03:50)

Care Not For The Men Who Wonder
Straw That Broke Your Back, You're Under
Cast All Them Aside Who Care
Empty Eyes And Dead End Stare

Don't You Know That None Are Blind
To The Lie, And You Think I Don't Find
What You Hide?

What In God's Name Have You Done?
Stick Your Arm For Some Real Fun

For The Horse You've Grown Much Fonder
Than For Me, That I Don't Ponder
As The Hair Of One Who Bit You
Smiling Bite Your Own Self, Too

And I Think That You're Not Blind
To The Ones You Left Behind
I'll Be Here

What In Gods Name Have You done?
Stick Your Arm For Some Real Fun

So Be Yearning All Your Life
Twisting, Turning Like A Knife

Now You Know The Reasons Why
Can't Get High Or You Will Die
Or You'll Die

What In Gods Name Have You Done?
Stick Your Arm For Some Real Fun

So Your Sickness Weighs A Ton
And God's Name Is Smack For Some

15   Hate to Feel (05:16)

What's gone wrong
I can't see straight
Been too long
So full of hate

What the fuck will it take
Drown myself in my wake
Another shaggy D.A.
Now a dog, shake my leg
Plastic man, paper face
Candy heart, what a waste
Gotta change, set a date
Eat my cake, lick my plate

Stare at me with empty eyes and
Point your words at me
Mirror on the wall will show you
What you're scared to see

I can see
Wish I couldn't ee at all
I can feel
Wish I couldn't feel at all
Hate to see
Wish I couldn't see at all
Hate to feel
Wish I couldn't feel at all

So climb the walls,
Thin my blood now
And I crawl, back to bed now

What the hell, gotta rest
Aching pain in my chest
Lucky me, now I'm set
Little bug for a pet

New Orleans, gotta get
Pin cushion medicine
Used to be curious
Now the shit's sustenance

All this time I swore I'd never
Be like my old man
What the hey it's time to face
Exactly what I am

I can see
Wish I couldn't see at all
I can feel
Wish I couldn't feel at all
Hate to see
Wish I couldn't see at all
Hate to feel
Wish I couldn't feel at all

-Solo-

What the hell, gotta rest
Aching pain in my chest
Lucky me, now I'm set
Little bug for a pet

New Orleans, gotta get
Pin cushion medicine
Used to be curious
Now the shit's sustenance

All this time I swore I'd never
Be like my old man
What the hey it's time to face
Exactly who I am

I can see
Wish I couldn't see at all
I can feel
Wish I couldn't feel at all
Hate to see
Wish I couldn't see at all
Hate to feel
Wish I couldn't feel at all

What the hell, gotta rest
Aching pain in my chest
Lucky me, now I'm set
Little bug for a pet

New Orleans, gotta get
Pin cushion medicine
Used to be curious
Now the shit's sustenance

All this time I swore I'd never
Be like my old man
What the hey it's time to face
Exactly what I am

I can see
Wish I couldn't see at all
I can feel
Wish I couldn't feel at all
Hate to see
Wish I couldn't see at all
Hate to feel
Wish I couldn't feel at all

16   Rooster (06:16)

Ain't found a way to kill me yet
Eyes burn with stinging sweat
Seems every path leads me to nowhere, mmm
Wife and kids household pet
Army green was no safe bet
The bullets scream to me from somewhere, mmm

Here they come to snuff the rooster, oh yeah
Yeah here come the rooster, yeah
You know he ain't gonna die
No, no, no oh, you know he ain't gonna die

Here they come to snuff the rooster, oh yeah
Yeah here come the rooster, yeah
You know he ain't gonna die, oh
No, no, no oh, you know he ain't gonna die

Walkin' tall machine gun men
They spit on me in my home land
Gloria sent me pictures of my boy, mmm
Got my pills 'gainst mosquito death
My buddy's breathing his dyin' breath
Oh God please won't you help me make it through

Here they come to snuff the rooster, oh yeah
Yeah here come the rooster, yeah
You know he ain't gonna die
No, no, no oh, you know he ain't gonna die

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