Classic Albums: Nirvana – Nevermind
Picture: C
Sound: C Extras: B- Main Program: A-
Earlier that day, I had graduated from high school. But now I was crammed into a tiny,
rusted-out Toyota, jammed-in alarmingly close to several other survivors of the
dogmatic trenches of catholic education while sitting on my lap was my
increasingly alluring, sweetly perfumed ex-girlfriend who was just along for
the ride. We were zooming our way to
another party. We were late and traffic lights were against us but our driver,
slightly buzzed, bravely floored the gas and ran as many stop signs as
possible.
It was a weird group in that car, aspiring poets,
burned-out metal-heads, and career-minded fast-track business-types; the sort
of people who could only find familiar ground and newfound communal
appreciation for one another in the wake of only hours ago having diplomas
shoved into their shaky hands while flashbulbs exploded all over the auditorium
with the attendant familial applause and choked-up parental pride these
occasions are so subject to. It was
disorienting, exciting, and a little frightening to have so recently jettisoned
those gothic Christ-bearing walls and fetid, damp-smelling lockers for the
streets and lights and ‘what now?’ of shell-shocked matriculation. But we were happy and feeling good about
whatever was coming next whether it was college superstardom or weekly AA
meetings. We were confident we could
handle everything that came our way.
We jabbered away ignoring the dull, sober world flashing
past the windows and giggled goofily over impressions of spooky math teachers
and elfin English lit martinets. And
then out of nowhere, I hadn’t even registered that the radio was on, everything
exploded in that claustrophobic, joyous little car. Those first quick guitar chords and then those huge heart attack
drums that we all knew and loved no matter what strata of high school society
we had inhabited just blew up in the speakers.
And all of a sudden our bodies were bouncing and diving, bumping and
flying, and everyone was singing and our heads snapped back and forth as though
we were all engaged in some kind of epileptic frenzy.
Right then and there Smells Like Teen Spirit was the greatest song ever and we all
knew it. It owned us just as we owned
it. That song, whether we understood it
at the time or not, was our youth. It
was us. Even with everything else that
happened on that milestone of a day that moment in the car, just us and Kurt
Cobain, stands out as one of the happiest times of my life.
These memories came rushing back as I watched the
exceptional installment of the Classic Albums series featuring Nirvana’s Nevermind, an album whose
influence is still being underrated to this day. This more recent installment of the show offers the usual
track-by-track analysis of the album, but the impact of each and how good each
track is makes this all the more amazing.
There is even an interview with Samuel Bayer on how the classic Music
Video for Smells Like Teen Spirit happened, almost did not, and launched
one of the few key directing careers that mattered in the field. The extras include more segments that could
not fit into the main program and a great piece on the teenager who we now know
as “the Nirvana Nevermind baby” that reminds us what great album covers used to
be.
The anamorphically enhanced 1.78
X 1 image throughout the show and extras is a bit lacking, while the Dolby
Digital 2.0 Stereo may have some Pro Logic surrounds, but falls flat as
well. The sound just does not do justice
to the music, though interviews are clear enough. The programming mows over these technical limits, however, in one
of the best installments to date in the series finding something else to say
about the last Rock album to arrive with any weight and influence.
What more can be added to the multitude of books and
essays, what more can really be said about Nirvana’s Nevermind. It was the album that, at least for a brief
moment in time, had changed everything.
The day before Nirvana the
radio and MTV were contaminated with hair-metal and lukewarm R&B,
saccharine pop ruled the airwaves and charts.
The day after Nirvana
there seemed to be a million new bands invading the fortress of the mainstream
and overthrowing the old order.
Suddenly, totally unexpectedly, you could turn on a radio and actually,
I’m not making this up, hear a really cool song. And this is the mind-blowing part: right after that song would
come another really cool song! It was
beautiful.
- Kristofer
Collins
Kristofer Collins is the owner of Desolation Row CDs and
can be contacted at desolationrowcds@hotmail.com