A classic album of the grunge era, Dirt made me feel, well, dirty. It may have been the fact I was almost always covered in Milwaukee’s Best while listening to this album, or the cracked window in my fraternity house bathroom that kept me from showering as often as is suggested by human nature, but the churning guitars and guttural vocals stirred something in my black, flannel-clad heart. The album sounds a little dated and silly now, but back in the day this was the one to smash your computer to.
