If 1991 appeared as The Year Punk Broke (thanks Dave Markey ...), the following year could have been titled as The Year Nirvana Broke. The release of "Nevermind" after a quick gear shift naturally brought fame, chart domination, and TV commitments that Cobain, Novoselic, and Grohl could never have imagined. The enthusiasm that erupted around these events had a disruptive effect, such that we can say a large group of artists in unsuspecting times initiated an idea, also following the encouraging exhortation of the moment that everyone is capable of doing it, which also laid the groundwork for a young movement (?) aimed at discovering the various sonic nuances that grunge hinted at, along with the uncontrollable desire to break and transgress that distinguished it.

It is essential to mention that "Nevermind", the second album by Nirvana, caught everyone by surprise, simultaneously modifying and overwhelming rock and the record industry, which would be forced to pay attention to what was happening in the underground, the habitat from which the (adoptive) trio from Seattle, hardly more than debutants, emerged. From that moment on, the majors would start the hunt for the new Nirvana, and an enticing record contract would become the new currency of exchange, guaranteeing a rewarding debut album often offset by a lack of maturity and a short artistic life of many reckless bands.

The anticipation for the full-length is led by the single "Heart-Shaped Box", alluring and sinuous in the verse and introduction as much as raw and visceral in the solo and chorus, while the mixing of Scott Litt (R.E.M.) would facilitate the inclusion of an appropriate acoustic guitar as wanted by Cobain. The leader's awareness of considering some tracks to have greater potential than others leads to using the abrasive "Serve The Servants" as the album's opening track, followed by "Scentless Apprentice" being the excess agonizing counterpart, capable of satisfying those who loved the less controlled rage of the group's beginnings. A perfect connection to the previous album is "Rape Me", characterized by an inner nervousness and the interchange between yielding and chaotic atmospheres, also lingering in "Frances Farmer...", distinguishing the group's stylistic signature. In "Radio Friendly Unit Shifter", in line with the anger of "Milk It" and contrary to the title which is anything but radio-friendly, the calibrated rhythmic hammering by Novoselic and Grohl supports with declared suffering the obsessive presence of alienation (Hate, Hate your enemies, Save, save your friends, Find, find your place ...), while the emotional lightness takes over in "Dumb", leaving an indifferent homage to the primordial impulse of "Very Ape" and an inevitable involvement in the pogo of the all-too-short "Tourette's". While "Pennyroyal Tea" perfectly embodies the descent from "Lithium", with "All Apologies" the band seizes the occasion to genuinely and quietly express melancholy, leaving the soft presence of the cello to highlight the poetry, anything but out of context with the entire album.

The third chapter (not considering the pseudo-compilation "Incesticide" of 1992) of Cobain&Co. represents a brilliant artistic growth for the group that allows a muddy yet captivating sound to slither in the name of an artistic evolution that was a sort of chimera to grasp. A discographic journey begun with the seminal harshness of "Bleach" (1989), continuing with the lacerating and spontaneous distress of "Nevermind", and leaving to what was to be called "I Hate Myself And I Want To Die", the role of an honest and straightforward swan song for Kurt Cobain (and his group). The boy with the ocean in his eyes and sadness in his heart who admitted, even shortly before dying and without shame, the difficulty in handling the achieved success. A moving testimony that reaches us from the few words extracted from his last note addressed to all he cared about, and due to its poignant simplicity, doesn't even need translation: To families, friends and fans: "Riding the wave of success ... Difficulties that go along with it ...".

[The deluxe edition of the album consists of three discs and a DVD. The first CD presents the original version of "In Utero", remastered at Abbey Road Studios, extended with intriguing tracks like the powerful "Moist Vagina" and the versions of "Heart-Shaped Box" and "All Apologies" (as conceived with the production of Steve Albini) and not included in the album, but also the interesting and surprising "Marigold", crafted from Grohl's pen and the only Nirvana track not authored by Cobain. The second CD contains a refreshed version of "In Utero" provided by Albini himself, using the existing multi-track recordings and including some tracks discarded in '93, as evidenced by the different solo in "Serve The Servants", the counter-melody in "All Apologies", or the infinite guitar solo in "Very Ape". The concert held by Nirvana at Pier 48 in Seattle on December 13, 1993, is instead contained in the third disc and DVD, previously broadcast by MTV for the "Live And Loud" series. For the Italian fan, the DVD will certainly be appealing, allowing them to savor their idols before the RAI cameras as guests on the Tunnel show in February '94, as well as the performance of "My Friend's Girl" (The Cars), held on the following March 1st in Monaco, and only a little over a month later, it would be understood to be Nirvana's last performance.]

Tracklist Lyrics Samples and Videos

01   Serve the Servants (03:35)

Teenage angst has paid off well
Now I'm bored and old
Self-appointed judges judge
More than they have sold

If she floats than she is not
A witch like we had thought
A down payment on another
One at Salem's lot

Serve the servants - Oh no
Serve the servants - Oh no
Serve the servants - Oh no
Serve the servants - Oh no
That legendary divorce is such a bore

As my bones grew they did hurt
They hurt really bad
I tried hard to have a father
But instead I had a Dad

I just want you to know that I
Don't hate you anymore
There is nothing I could say
That I haven't thought before

Serve the servants - Oh no
Serve the servants - Oh no
Serve the servants - Oh no
Serve the servants - Oh no
That legendary divorce is such a bore

Serve the servants - Oh no
Serve the servants - Oh no
Serve the servants - Oh no
Serve the servants - Oh no
Serve the servants - Oh no
Serve the servants - Oh no
Serve the servants - Oh no
That legendary divorce is such a bore

02   Scentless Apprentice (03:47)

Like most babies smell like butter
His smell smelled like no other
He was born scentless and senseless
He was born a scentless apprentice

Go away - get away, get a-way

Every wet nurse refused to feed him
Electrolytes smell like semen
I promise not to sell your perfumed secrets
There are countless formulas for pressing flowers

Go away - get away, get a-way

I lie in the soll and fertilize mushrooms
Leaking out gas fumes are made into perfume
You can't fire me because I quit!
Throw me in the fire and I won't throw a fit

Go away - get away, get away, get away, get away, get away, get away, get a-way

03   Heart-Shaped Box (04:41)

She eyes me like a Pisces when I am weak
I've been locked inside your heart-shaped box for weeks
I've been drawn into your magnet tar-pit trap
I wish I could eat your cancer when you turn black

Hey! Wait!
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Hey! Wait!
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Hey! Wait!
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Your advice

Meat-eating orchids forgive no one just yet
Cut myself on angel hair and baby's breath
Broken hymen of your highness I'm left black
Throw down your umbilical noose so I can climb right back

Hey! Wait!
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Hey! Wait!
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Hey! Wait!
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Your advice

She eyes me like a Pisces when I am weak
I've been locked inside your heart-shaped box for weeks
I've been drawn into your magnet tar-pit trap
I wish I could eat your cancer when you turn back

Hey! Wait!
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Hey! Wait!
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Hey! Wait!
I've got a new complaint
Forever in debt to your priceless advice
Your advice
Your advice
Your advice

04   Rape Me (02:50)

Rape me
Rape me my friend
Rape me
Rape me again

I'm not the only one
I'm not the only one
I'm not the only one
I'm not the only one

Hate me
Do it and do it again
Waste me
Rape me my friend

Am I the only one?
Am I the only one?
Am I the only one?
Am I the only one?

My favorite inside source
I'll kiss your open sores
Appreciate your concern
You'll always stink and burn

Rape me
Rape me my friend
Rape me
Rape me again

I'm not the only one
I'm not the only one
I'm not the only one
I'm not the only one

Rape me!
Rape me!
Rape me!
Rape me!
Rape me!
Rape me!
Rape me!
Rape me!
Rape me!

05   Frances Farmer Will Have Her Revenge on Seattle (04:09)

It's so relieving
To know that you're leaving as soon as you get paid
It's so relaxing
To hear that you're asking wherever you get your way
It's so soothing
To know that you'll sue me, this is starting to sound the same

I miss the comfort in being sad
I miss the comfort in being sad
I miss the comfort in being sad

In her false witness, we hope you're still with us,
To see if they float or drown
Our favorite patient, a display of patience,
Disease-covered Puget Sound
She'll come back as fire, to burn all the liars,
And leave a blanket of ash on the ground

I miss the comfort in being sad
I miss the comfort in being sad
I miss the comfort in being sad

It's so relieving
To know that you're leaving as soon as you get paid
It's so relaxing
To know that you're asking wherever you get your way
It's so soothing
To know that you'll sue me, this is starting to sound the same

I miss the comfort in being sad
I miss the comfort in being sad
I miss the comfort in being sad

06   Dumb (02:31)

I'm not like them
But I can pretend
The sun is gone
But I have a light
The day is done
But I'm having fun
I think I'm dumb
Or maybe just happy

Think I'm just happy
Think I'm just happy
Think I'm just happy

My heart is broke
But I have some glue
Help me inhale
And mend it with you
We'll float around
And hang out on clouds
Then we'll come down
And have a hangover

Have a hangover
Have a hangover
Have a hangover

Skin the sun
Fall asleep
Wish away
The soul is cheap
Lesson learned
Wish me luck
Soothe the burn
Wake me up

I'm not like them
But I can pretend
The sun is gone
But I have a light
My day is done
But I'm having fun
I think I'm dumb
Maybe just happy

Think I'm just happy
Think I'm just happy
Think I'm just happy

I think I'm dumb
I think I'm dumb
I think I'm dumb
I think I'm dumb
I think I'm dumb
I think I'm dumb
I think I'm dumb
I think I'm dumb
I think I'm dumb
I think I'm dumb
I think I'm dumb
I think I'm dumb

07   Very Ape (01:56)

I'm buried up to my neck in
Contradictorary flies
I'll take pride as the king of literature
I'm very ape
And very nice

If you ever need anything
Please don't
Hesitate to ask someone else first
I'm to busy acting like I'm not naive
I've seen it all
I was here first

Out of the ground
Into the sky
Out of the sky
Into the dirt

If you ever need anything
Please don't
Hesitate to ask someone else first
I'm to busy acting like I'm not naive
I've seen it all
I was here first

Out of the ground
Into the sky
Out of the sky
Into the ground

Out of the ground
Into the sky
Out of the sky
Into the dirt

08   Milk It (03:55)

I am my own parasite
I don't need a host to live
We feed off of each other
We can share our endorphins

Doll steak!
Test meat!

Look on the bright side is suicide
Lost eyesight I'm on your side
Angel left wing, right wing, broken wing
Lack of iron and/or sleeping

I own my own pet virus
I get to pet and name her
Her milk is my shit
My shit it is her milk

Test meat!
Doll steak!

Look on the bright side is suicide
Lost eyesight I'm on your side
Angel left wing, right wing, broken wing
Lack of iron and/or sleeping

Doll steak!
Test meat!

Look on the bright side is suicide
Lost eyesight I'm on your side
Angel left wing, right wing, broken wing
Lack of iron and/or sleeping

Protector of the kennel
Ecto-plasma, Ecto-skeletal
Obituary birthday
Your scent is still here in my place of recovery

09   Pennyroyal Tea (03:36)

I'm on my time with everyone
I have very bad posture

Sit and drink Pennyroyal Tea
Distill the life that's inside of me
Sit and drink Pennyroyal Tea
I'm anemic royalty

Give me a Leonard Cohen afterworld
So I can sigh eternally
I'm so tired I can't sleep
I'm anemic royalty
I'm a liar and a thief
I'm anemic royalty

I'm on warm milk and laxatives
Cherry-flavored antacids

Sit and drink Pennyroyal Tea
Distill the life that's inside of me
I'm anemic royalty

Sit and drink Pennyroyal Tea
Distill the life that's inside of me
I'm anemic royalty

10   Radio Friendly Unit Shifter (04:51)

- Hmmmmmm ... I just wanna know ... do you like me? - [Whisper]

Use just once and destroy
Invasion of our piracy
Afterbirth of a nation
Starve without your skeleton key

I love you for what I am not
I do not want what I have got
A blanket acne'ed with ciggarette burns
Speak at once while taking turns

What is wrong with me
What is wrong with me
What is what i need?

I'm gonna do with what you think
If you ever think at all
Bi-polar opposites attract
All of a sudden my water broke

I love you for what I am not
I do not want what I have got
A blanket acne'ed with ciggarette burns
Second-rate third degree burns

What is wrong with me
What is wrong with me
What do I think i think?

Hate, hate your enemies
Save, save your friends
Find, find your place
Speak, speak the truth

What is wrong with me
What is wrong with me
What is wrong with me
What do I think of me ?

Use just once and destroy
Invasion of our piracy
Afterbirth of a nation
Starve without your skeleton key


What is wrong with me
What is wrong with me
What is wrong with me
What do I think of me ?

What is wrong with me
What is wrong with me
What is wrong with me
What do I think of me ?

11   tourette's (01:35)

- Moderate Rock!

Mayday every day, in my heart.
Could've had a heart attack, in my heart.
We don't know anything, in my heart.
We all want something fair, in my heart.
Hey!
Hey!
Heyyyyyyy!
Heyyyyyyy!
Heyyyyyyy!

Out of town, out of sight, is my heart.
Queen of lies, everyday, in my heart.
My heart, one more on the phone, my heart.
One more at the phone, at my heart
Hey!
Hey!
Heyyyyyyyyyyy!
Heyyyyyyyyyyy!

Mean heart, cold heart, cold heart, cold heart
Cold heart, cold heart, cold heart, cold heart!

Uhhhhhhh!

Other interpretations possible.

12   All Apologies (23:58)

What else should I be
All apologies
What else could I say
Everyone is gay
What else could I write
I don't have the right
What else should I be
All apologies

In the sun
In the sun I feel as one
In the sun
In the sun
I'm married
Buried

I wish I was like you
Easily amused
Find my nest of salt
Everything is my fault
I'll take all the blame
Aqua Sea Foam shame
Sunburn with freezeburn
Choking on the ashes of her enemy

In the sun
In the sun I feel as one
In the sun
In the sun
Married, Maried, Maried!
Buried!
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

All in all is all we are
All in all is all we are
All in all is all we are
All in all is all we are
All in all is all we are
All in all is all we are
All in all is all we are
All in all is all we are
All in all is all we are
All in all is all we are
All in all is all we are
All in all is all we are
All in all is all we are
All in all is all we are
All in all is all we are
All in all is all we are
All in all is all we are
All in all is all we are
All in all is all we are
All in all is all we are

13   Gallons of Rubbing Alcohol Flow Through the Strip (07:31)

It hurts when you have to press that dull little thing
That you're only supposed to use once and then discard
Where do you put it? In the garbage can, my honest friend
My shyness, pet her flow

She's only been five months late, even though we haven't had sex for a week

A meal a day, a meal, I say
And my heart's made my ...

Somebody else already used the word 'aurora-borealis'
She was tied up in chains, and Sam had helped her in the freezer

She's only five weeks late, but I haven't had a date forever ...
Ever ... ever ... forever!

Wish I had more ... more opportunity,
More chances to remember some things
So I couldn't have so much pressure on my ...
On my ... on my, um ... ah, on my ... um ... um ... head

We'd have so much more diversity,
And so much more input, so much more creative flow,
If we had someone in school, a 'GIT' ...

GIT ... geeks ... in ... town.
Ha! ... Come on, Dave, think of one ... !
- Girls with trouble
It should be GIC, geeks with charvels
No, GWC, fuck man this is a waste of time ...

{laughs}

One more solo? Yeahhhhhhhhh! Yeaaaahhhhh!

You're personally responsible for ...
The entire strip ... to be washed away ...
Cleansed ... as if gallons of, um, rubbing alcohol
Flowed through the strip and were set on fire.

It didn't just singe the hair, it made it straight.
And then Perry Ellis came along with his broom,
And his ... silk ...
And he ... he erected a beautiful city ...
A city of stars.

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By KurtTheFish

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 In my opinion, an unjustly underrated album, in some respects superior to "Nevermind."


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