12 Songs, 53 Minutes

EDITORS’ NOTES

With their 1992 debut, the San Diego band effectively pushed Seattle's version of grunge into a dense, sludgy pool of power chords. Leading the charge was Scott Weiland, the charismatic frontman who moved like Jagger and howled like Plant. On Core, his throaty wails plow through a snarl of crunchy riffs and hefty beats, all of which get soaked in a heady brew of testosterone-fuelled rage ("Sex Type Thing"), wallowing despair ("Creep") and one of the 1990s' most memorable alt-rock riffs ("Plush").

EDITORS’ NOTES

With their 1992 debut, the San Diego band effectively pushed Seattle's version of grunge into a dense, sludgy pool of power chords. Leading the charge was Scott Weiland, the charismatic frontman who moved like Jagger and howled like Plant. On Core, his throaty wails plow through a snarl of crunchy riffs and hefty beats, all of which get soaked in a heady brew of testosterone-fuelled rage ("Sex Type Thing"), wallowing despair ("Creep") and one of the 1990s' most memorable alt-rock riffs ("Plush").

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