Huh, I must be on some kind of Soundgarden/grunge kick these past couple of weeks. The excellent Hands All Over is currently stuck in my head, and I’m not complaining.

As I mentioned earlier, I bought Louder Than Love in ’89 right after was released and it was on heavy rotation for the next couple of months. This was a welcome antidote to the heavy diet of hair metal I’d been exposed to in high school, and was one of several I bought at the same time: Nothing’s Shocking, Gish, and Pretty Hate Machine, which were definitely not being spun on local radio. Sadly, at that time Baltimore was not a regular stop on the concert circuit for most of these bands, so it was difficult to see them without going to D.C., which was difficult as a broke college freshman without a car.

Following up on last week’s earworm, Outshined is now stuck in my head:

An absolutely superior song by all measurements. And featuring one of the grungiest of grunge videos: fire, chains, dirt, sparks, the combination of shirtless black shorts and combat boots… I feel like it’s 1993 all over again.

Bonus: Brad Pitt’s best cameo appearance. We should all aspire to be Floyd.

I’ve had this fucking song stuck in my head for the past five days now, and it’s probably one of my least favorite songs this band ever produced. I had a cassette of Louder than Love in high school and played it until it wore out, but found that my appreciation for Soundgarden’s last two albums fell off sharply, minus a few songs. I didn’t pay much attention to  Audioslave even though it was a mixture of two of my favorite 90’s bands; the styles and genre didn’t mesh as well as I had hoped it would even though they gave it everything they had.

RIP, Chris Cornell.

Update: The same day I posted this, I learned that a group of excellent musicians—William DuVall, (Alice In Chains), Bill Kelliher (Mastodon), Charlie Benante (Anthrax, S.O.D.), and Mark Menghi (Metal Allegiance) among others, formed King Ultramega to do covers of Soundgarden tracks during COVID, and just started releasing them, beginning with one of my favorites, Rusty Cage. All proceeds go to support the MusiCares Foundation.

Something’s Always Wrong, by Toad the Wet Sprocket. I got this stuck in my head at a rest stop in Pennsylvania on the way home from Ohio. It’s probably the only song by this unfortunately named band that I like; the harmonies in the bridge are beautiful. This was on heavy alternative radio airplay back in the day in a time when “alternative” music was losing steam and leaning towards easy listening. I would have posted the actual music video, but it sucks.

Light Design, Turnstile. You’re probably tired of me posting stuff about them, but too bad. This cut off the new album is happily stuck in my head, displacing The Unforgiven by Metallica, which was stuck there for a day (and thus not worth posting about). My only beef with it is that it’s only 2 minutes long, and I feel like it builds up to something without releasing. Other than that, no notes. The rest of the album (released yesterday) is excellent.

I’ve had Turnstile on heavy repeat in my head this past week. The end of this set from the Hurricane Festival in 2024 covers the highlights; they look like they would be awesome to see live.

Update: They played a show yesterday at Wyman Park here in Baltimore.

There’s nothing like straight-ahead stoner rock played with energy and accompanied by a funny video. This is Wires by Red Fang, a Portland band with a history of this kind of thing. Some of their songs hit and some don’t—I tend to gravitate to their earlier stuff—but it’s all good and on the Spotify playlist. And even more appreciated, it knocked Wanna Be Starting Something out of my brain, which had been stuck there like tape to the bottom of a shoe, all day Thursday.

Somehow I got this tune stuck in my head the other day and the guitar riff has been banging between my ears ever since. My sister bought this album when it came out and had it on heavy repeat for a summer; I wasn’t into the other tracks but Blue Light stood out. It’s a very ’80’s song with an even more unfortunate ’80’s music video, which is why I’m posting the reissue instead. At this point in time all of the musicians from the 70’s were releasing AOR-friendly, overproduced solo albums dripping with horns and reverb (see: Pete Townsend, Steve Winwood, that toothy guy from Chicago). This track isn’t bad, although he leans on the horns way too much and it sort of dies out before he starts jamming; the song fades out on the guy who soloed on Comfortably Numb and Time, which is baffling.