In the early 1990s, Nirvana’s “Smells Like Teen Spirit” cut through the thick stench of 1980s Aqua Net, Hair Metal and Axl Rose’s bloated ego like a grungy, mopey, flannel-clad knife. It brought upon an era where independent bands would be signed to major labels for reasons many to this day cannot explain beyond the fact it could be labeled as Alternative Rock. It truly was a magical time for underground music.
Alas, 25 years later, the battle call of teen angst that was written by the late Kurt Cobain has been performed again. This time, by a shovel. Behold, the grungiest shovel since the ones that Neil Young probably owned in the 1970s.