As much as it concerns trauma and misogyny, Live Through This, like all great rock records, quakes with desire.
Houdini feels both definitive and transitional.
At all the peaks of Incesticide, a Nirvana song is the same: music for outsiders among outsiders, a thread of connection among the disconnected, a friend screaming loud enough to reach inside your shell, empathic enough to ensure it doesn’t break.
The brilliance of Rid of Me is in the vividness and detail with which it captures that Boschian panorama using only blues rhythms, loud-quiet-loud dynamics, Harvey’s voice ... and an arsenal of extreme characters and loaded allusions.