The sheer volume of ink spilled on Nirvana could reach the sun – that’s why a nuanced view is needed when re-examining their discography. So in part two of our Incesticide three parter, we’re going to do just that. If you missed it, part one can be found here.

Rarely do appraisals both lionize a band yet conclude “I can’t listen anymore.” But Nirvana inspires this relationship. Their impact was supermassive, culture warping around them like a collapsing star.

As teenagers, we binged their music until boredom bred apathy, echoed by Kurt snarling “Teenage angst has paid off well.” Time grants perspective. Their songcraft endures, but the addictive allure burned us out, like one night of overindulgence.

Our teen obsessions were more than hype. Nirvana still slaps hard ...