Cornell

I won't rate the album because it doesn't really exist, right? You made it up, come on.. You took a cover from an Unplugged and slapped Jonathan Davis's photo on it, and you even invented "Blind" played in a rock/flamenco version. Damn "Blind!!".. But how the hell can you play this piece in an Unplugged? It's impossible, I don't want to believe it, it's a nightmare.. Shame shame shame!!! Since they were at it, they could have also added "Ball Tongue" in a Latin American version with Santana and closed with "Daddy" together with Mino Reitano. My God.. We're on the edge. The review is great for a record that doesn't exist and I give you 5.

I apologize to the PJ fans for the oversight on "Times of Trouble." I said something stupid and made a poor impression; I claimed it’s the magnum opus (in my opinion, alongside "Above" by Mad Season) of the grunge era, not that it truly represents grunge because there is very little on this album that pertains to the genre. And in my opinion, it remains the most beautiful album in the history of rock. It’s just a personal opinion, not a certainty. I agree that the best from Seattle were AIC when it comes to the true meaning of the word grunge (genre definitions make me nervous, but nowadays you have to use them to define a period…).

What can I say? This album hasn't pleased almost anyone, but I find it to be a truly beautiful record. I already knew Chris from the SGs (my all-time favorite band), and I too expected something that would blow me away from his solo debut, but I was pleasantly surprised by the intensity and sweetness of all the tracks, the arrangements, and Chris's voice, which is unique and almost never so intense (except for Seasons and in Temple of the Dog (the best album of all time, hands down). Great Wave Goodbye where he recalls that angel who came down to earth, Jeff (but why the hell did you have to jump into that shitty river, huh? If you were hot, you could have had a cold beer and gone to the studio to play for the second album, you jerk! Wasn't your father enough? You too... Fuck you, Jeff, you've left an unfillable void... You were divine and, sometimes (almost always, to be honest...) listening to what I've managed to find of you, I can't comprehend how a man can do what you managed to do with your voice... R.I.P. You are and will always be the greatest of all...

Hey Vic, I like you because you’re a big asshole. I see you come from a noble family, so I assume you don’t have financial issues, unless you’re spewing billions of bullshit about your own account. Good, now go to an auction where there’s a surfboard that belonged to some Beach Boys faggot, make the highest bid snatching it away from some Californian loser, and slather it in melted butter. Then, with a lot of attention and using a whole lot of caution, inch it up your ass, paying special attention to the fin! And when it’s fully inside, follow it up with some Beach Boys tracks along with all the intellectual crap you listen to. Respect those who worked their asses off for years (Rage and Soundgarden) before hitting fame. Now they can easily play in some money-grabbing band, but a voice like Cornell’s back in the day is something you’d wish you had too, you wanker, seemingly with a limp beech! Ah, if there’s room, try to shove in your piece of shit yacht and leather couch, then set yourself on fire and hand in hand with Pino Scotto, tie a stone around your neck and throw yourself into the sea, preferably where there are sharks that can bite your ass. I wish the good Trent would sodomize you for hours and hours while he’s in a creative mood for the next album. You’d be a great source of inspiration. That said (and I kept it light), I have to reiterate that your reviews blow my mind and I kind of like you, you ugly piece of shit!

But go fuck yourself, and when you’ve spent 8,900 lire to buy this record, depriving someone who actually understands music, interpretation, and voice of it, you could have added another 1,100 lire, put a gallon of gas in a canister, poured it over yourself, and set yourself on fire. Idiot!!!

The most beautiful album in history. There's nothing more to say.

Your review is well-written, except for Layne Stanley... Layne Staley was one of the greatest grunge-metal voices of recent years. AIC have made superb albums: Staley's power, the harmonies of the two intertwining perfectly in every piece, Cantrell's guitar riffs, Starr's powerful and rhythmic bass, and Kinney's drumming (Absolutely amazing!!!!) are proof of that. They've also released fantastic acoustic work, most notably Jar of Flies, showing that they possess a sensitive soul in addition to being ultra-mega intense. Great artists. Besides the hat, let's take off the jacket and tie... as for Axl, I absolutely do not share your opinion. Either you are a singer (or a singing artist), in which case I apologize, or you could try performing on stage in front of more than 50,000 people on average, running up and down while SINGING! the entire concert like a madman, and having only a few slight signs of vocal strain! (Use Your Illusion Tour)... He may have been full of coke, I don't doubt that... And let's remember what he sang before in Appetite. Try singing it all, from start to finish; maintaining Axl's tones is not impossible, but it is absolutely and fucking difficult. You also forgot about Soulfly, which I think deserved a little mention.