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1992 ∙ Columbia ∙ Alt. Metal
Dark and haunting acoustic rock from the masters of sludge, this album reminds me of sitting in a filthy fraternity room lit only by tiny Christmas bulbs with the smell of bong water wafting up from the carpet and a comforter over the window to keep out the -30 degree wind chill from the Syracuse winter. While a serious downer, it still has the power to make you want to hit repeat on the CD player.
