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Released two months before Kurt Cobain's suicide, at the pinnacle of alt-rock's tortured ethics wars, Dookie made self-pity fun again, exploding in the summer of '94 to re-wire alt-rock's circuitry at a crucial moment. "So close to drowning but I don't mind," Armstrong sang on "Burnout," a line that resonated with kids who hungered to outgrow teen angst rather than turn it into an immolating worldview. Where In Utero made entombed isolation feel like something you soak in, Dookie exploded into the real world; you could deliver pizzas to it, drink 40s in the woods to it, lift weights to it. Its poppy economy was stunning, each song felt like a perfectly shaped phlegm globber hawked in the face of grunge's self-absorbed slovenliness, and big-time production gave the churning riffs a peppy menace, like the guitars are chasing Armstrong down the hall to give him a swirly.
"Longview" rumbled and splayed, and turned boredom into a head-banging party. A revised "Welcome to Paradise" rode a sunny monster thrash riff into the heart of American Hell. But Armstrong's "Smells Like Teen Spirit" moment came on "Basket Case." He sings, "sometimes I give myself the creeps" like he's a bad hair day away… read more »

