Two years ago, Nevermind received a similar second look. But clearly one of these albums has stood the test of time better, when the 12 tracks of each are pitted against each other. Oh, I know, I know. "But what about Bleach?" "What about Unplugged?" No. These are the iconic recordings. It's Butch Vig vs. Steve Albini. A swimming baby against a winged study in female anatomy.
The overall outcome is surprising, especially given my vocalizations of both favor and displeasure at parts of both of these albums over the years since their respective releases. There are no two albums I have thought about or picked apart more -- although Licensed to Ill is a very close third -- in my lifetime. Picking them apart methodically was cathartic in a way I have trouble putting into words. Let the territorial pissings begin.
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