
An early, raw snapshot of Screaming Trees' grunge-meets-psychedelia sound, featuring Mark Lanegan's developing baritone and a dynamic blend of brooding introspection and explosive rock.
February 20, 1988 · Native Records
This album feels like a late-night journey through a hazy, rain-slicked city, with a sense of brooding intensity simmering beneath the surface. It's the sound of early grunge finding its voice, infused with psychedelic echoes and Mark Lanegan's unmistakable, gravelly croon. Expect raw, analog warmth, dynamic shifts from quiet contemplation to searing guitar bursts, and lyrics that delve into the existential. It's for those who appreciate the unpolished power of 80s alternative rock and the foundational grit of the Seattle sound, a crucial piece for understanding the evolution of a legendary band.
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