Alex didn’t argue. He just put Glycerine on. By the time the chorus hit, Maya stopped talking. Not because the song was profound, but because the — the low-end rumble, the way Gavin Rossdale’s voice cracked into distortion, the cymbal decay — sounded alive in a way MP3s from Napster never could.
Alex’s friend Maya smirked. “Bush? Really? They’re just a post-grunge cash grab.” Bush - Studio Discography 1994 - 2001 -FLAC- - ...
Here’s that story. In the winter of 2002, a college student named Alex packed his CD binder for a cross-country drive. Inside were the usual suspects: Nirvana, Pearl Jam, Soundgarden . But tucked between them was Sixteen Stone and Razorblade Suitcase by Bush. Alex didn’t argue