Seattle’s grunge pioneers buck the zeitgeist
A battered Western riff, a stubborn beat and a man who doesn’t want to wake up: “Have you seen my dreams?/ I haven’t had them for years/ If I could just stay asleep/ Maybe my dreams would reappear,” groans Mark Arm in the stubbornly nihilistic ballad “Severed Dreams In The Sleeper Cell,” set in search of…
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