In my opinion, the best album among the "Big 4" from the Seattle grunge scene. It is a twisted world carved out with gorgeous violence and despair, if you can believe that. The inner demons Layne Staley expressed are wholly enrapturing; wading across the desolated musical landscape has you strapped in the shotgun seat of his mental headspace. No weak moments, but a handful of terrifying ones. Devastatingly bleak.
I tried to knock a point (or a half point) off, as I don't necessarily like to give perfect scores frequently at all. I can't justify doing that here. It has aged supremely well over three decades later. The crossover into stoner/doom is a characteristic I've only noticed recently, but has provided a new perspective to experience this seminal recording. In many ways, it helps to view the album under a different lens, and has shown me that Alice in Chains are more musically versatile than at first glance. I have deep appreciation for what Layne, Jerry, and the boys have perfected here.
Rating: 5/5 [Masterpiece]