As for the slower tunes, many of them approach straight-up doom metal territory: “Junkhead”, “Hate to Feel” and the title track trudge along at a snail’s pace as they leave the listener enveloped in a thick haze of despair and dread. their chunky riffs and oppressive atmosphere ensure that they aren’t out of place with the rest of the tracklist. While there are a few songs that run at a quicker pace - the off-kilter groove of “Them Bones”, the punkish tempo of “Dam That River”, etc. Any of the 80s influence that was found on Facelift has been completely wiped away in favor of a sludgy metallic murk, perfectly conveying the desert burial on the album cover. Of course, a big part of Dirt’s twisted magic is that the music matches the subject matter so well. In the case of some of these songs, the outcome of these ordeals is even more harrowing - especially on “Junkhead”, in which our narrator finally succumbs to his addiction altogether and says “it ain’t so bad”. Dirt has nothing to celebrate and no one to congratulate, instead focusing on how horrifying our real-life hells can be if we let them consume us. Even the songs that aren’t directly related to Staley’s drug abuse, such as Jerry’s Cantrell’s war-themed “Rooster” or the tribute to early grunge icon Andrew Wood that is “Would?”, are delivered with the same brutal honesty and manage to stay consistent with the album’s overall theme: personal demons. Very few albums are less open to interpretation than this one, and that’s what makes it one of the best records of its era Nevermind might have been the flagship album of the grunge movement, but nothing expressed the subculture’s dark pathos or downcast nature quite like Dirt. One listen to Dirt reveals a man constantly spilling his guts and bleeding out on record, as if he had nothing to lose any time he approached the mic. It seems as though Layne Staley never had a problem expressing such frankness with his lyrics and vocals. Alice in Chains’ masterpiece served - and still serves - as proof that being open and revealing about personal conflict can be the best form of therapy in one’s darkest moments. What finally inspired me to face the whole ordeal head-on? Dirt. As it turns out, 2022 was that someday I wrote everything that needed to be spelled out to the letter, and it was gut wrenching. Yet it was always there, and no amount of avoiding it would have changed the fact that I’d need to confront it directly someday. It’s as if I wanted to address the problem while skirting around it at the same time perhaps it was a mechanism to maintain some subtlety in my writing, or perhaps I was unwilling to confront the issue directly. For me, writing a new piece always starts with one difficult question: “how much do I want to reveal to the reader and how much do I want to leave up to interpretation?” From the time my alcoholism started to the time it (thankfully) ended, I always left a few breadcrumbs here and there about the subject in my poetry. Last month, I published one of the hardest poems I’ve ever had to pen. Review Summary: A masterpiece built on personal demons and private hells.

Alice in chains dirt album tracklist