SoundgardenBadmotorfinger

Sludgy, sinewy metal twisted into strange new shapes. 'Rusty Cage' gallops on a serpentine riff, 'Outshined' grinds in heavy odd-meter groove, and Chris Cornell's air-raid wail soars over the murk like a banshee. Heavier and weirder than the grunge pack, it riffs in time signatures that shouldn't swing but do. A monstrous, muscular triumph.