Nirvana "Nevermind" [1991]

The record-buying public of 1991 should have heeded this album title's advice; we'd all have been much better off not minding this representative of a new generation of rock stars who don't even bother to spruce up before hitting the stage. "Nevermind" is nothing more that nursery-rhyme poetry over falsely roughed-up chord progressions unfit for The Monkees. It was deemed successful because it somehow convinced impressionable music fans begging to be rescued from Milli Vanilli and U2 that its bitchy, bratty approach somehow meant something. In fact, it meant quite a lot -- between its painful, vain shyness and paranoia and its bitterness regarding anyone who refuses to kiss the rubber tip of their Converse high tops, Nirvana's main contribution to the music world is this: one gigantic hypocrisy. Hey Kurt, a mosquito's not only your libido, it's also the size of your musical talent!