Bursting onto the music scene from one of the least angstiest places in the world, Seattle, grunge took over the airwaves like the smoke from a campfire when the wind shifts. It was angry, intense and generally listened to in darkened basements filled with blacklights. Just me? Okay, then.
Kurt Cobain is the undisputed King of Grunge. He died when his wife Courtney Love killed him at his own hands and despite Pearl Jam’s attempts at dominance, Nirvana’s instant classic album (and cover), Nevermind, really signified the entire genre.
Maybe this is post-grunge but I like the lead singer’s voice, so screw it.