Okay, well, I just have to say, right off the bat, that Nirvana is undoubtedly the hugest band of the nineties. Anyone who says that they weren’t the biggest band in the world even before Kurt killed himself is either misremembering or fooling themselves. Do you remember how ginormous “Smells Like Teen Spirit” was? For good or ill (me? I kinda like 'em, but they’re not the greatest band ever, or anything), there’s no denying that they single-handedly changed the direction of commercial music. I mean, Michael Jackson and Axl Rose can pretty much point to Nirvana as the cause of their continuing irrelevance. All that said, I don’t think that their body of work was vast or varied enough to actually wear the crown of best band of the '90s.
Now, on to the nominees. Uncle Tupelo is an intriguing choice, but, well, as much as people want to credit them with starting alt-country, The Mekons’ Fear and Whiskey came out in 1985. Plus, as much as I love Uncle Tupelo, I have to admit both that Still Feel Gone is a big ol’ mess of a record and that Jeff Tweedy made better music once he went off and made Being There and Yankee Hotel Foxtrot with Wilco. Even Jay Farrar made better albums as Son Volt than Uncle Tupelo did.
As far as Fugazi being the only punk band left that still has any relevance, well, allow me to introduce The Mekons who, in their twenty-five years, have never taken a single step backwards.
I have a tough time agreeing with either Tool or Nine Inch Nails simply because, well, okay, Pretty Hate Machine hit the streets in 1989, but also because neither of them put out enough music in the nineties to really justify honoring the band for the whole decade. Two LPs and an EP a piece does not a decade’s worth of music make.
Radiohead? Well, I have to admit, I’ve just never understood the Radiohead thing, so I’m going to abstain from this one.
Let me be clear, I love Pavement. In fact, I love them so much that I can’t really think of a bad thing to say about them, except that I love the next band more.
What band is that? P J Harvey, of course. Through the nineties, she made five LPs of absolutely brilliant, stunning, punk blues that were unparalleled. Consistency in brilliance. Gotta love it.