Up first is the debut release from Newcastle lads Silverchair. They took their name from The Chronicles Of Narnia and superstardom ensued.
Oh, Billy Corgan. Quite such a nasal, pasty faced sex symbol the world has not seen since. Such a pity that he raged against Courtney Love on Twitter and is now dating a former Australian pop singer. Another example of why 90s musicians should have all died quietly in the 90s. Dear Billy, I love you still.
The lyrics to Live's 1994 single are certainly strange. But what a song, what a beautiful damn song.
I remember hearing this song on the radio and having no idea what Glycerine was. I thought they were making up words, which appealed to my view of the world. And Gavin Rossdale's gravel-filled voice and baby face. Pure gold.
The Foo! The Foo! Perhaps you haven't aged as gracefully as I would've liked, but there is nothing quite like pretending to be Dave Grohl in all his wonderous avatars.
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