7thGen

Alice In Chains，有翻译为爱丽思囚徒之类的，实在是没法启齿，我还是称之为AIC好了。

之前在介绍电影原音专辑Singles时介绍过一首名为”Would?”的作品，它其实出在AIC在1992年发行的专辑《Dirt》中。1992年是Grunge最火热的一年，这一年Grunge真正是遍地开花，Nirvana、Pearl Jam、Smashing Pumpkins和AIC都取得了巨大的成功，而AIC靠的就是这张“污垢”。

如果说Kurt Cobain的平实的punk呐喊是Nirvana的标签，那么AIC最让人难忘的就是Layne Staley和Jerry Cantrell完美的和声，两人的嗓音加上Cantell颇具个人色彩的吉他回声。这些在这张专辑中有着完美的表现。

应该说，《Dirt》在艺术性和成熟性方面不及后来的那张EP《Jar of Flies》(这个以后再说)，但是它的内涵之丰富就是只有6首曲子的后者所可比的了。”Them Bones”以空旷的回声效果和颇具Thrash Metal风格的吉他开始，后面既有金属味儿十足的”Dam That River”和”Rain When I Die”，富于节奏变化的”Sickman”，也有极具punk特征的”Down In The Hole”和”Rooster”，当然还有”Would?”这首别致的佳作。但是AIC那种看似东倒西歪的却又具有完美和声效果的人声部分也已确立为乐队的标志。

这张专辑谈不上是经典，但是确实很耐听的一张东西，我最喜欢的是”Sickman”、”Rooster”、”Down In The Hole”、”Would?”这几首，”Angry Chair”和”Them Bones”也不错；最喜欢的瞬间是”Down In The Hole”中那句”Bury me softly in this womb, I give this part of me for you”，还有”Rooster”中爆发的”Yeah here come the rooster, you know he ain’t gonna die”——这是Cantrell反映他老爸在越南战争中回忆的一首歌，乐队称这首歌的歌词让人浑身发凉。

这张专辑发行十年以后的2002年4月19日，Layne Staley的尸体被发现，他死于吸毒过量。

Down In A Hole

Bury me softly in this womb
I give this part of me for you
Sand rains down and here I sit
Holding rare flowers
In a tomb…in bloom

Down in a hole and I don’t know if I can be saved
See my heart I decorate it like a grave
You don’t understand who they
Thought I was supposed to be
Look at me now a man
Who won’t let himself be

Down in a hole, losin’ my soul
Down in a hole, losin’ control
I’d like to fly,
But my wings have been so denied

Down in a hole and they’ve put all
The stones in their place
I’ve eaten the sun so my tongue
Has been burned of the taste
I have been guilty
Of kicking myself in the teeth
I will speak no more
of my feelings beneath

Oh I want to be inside of you

Down in a hole, losin’ my soul
Down in a hole, feelin’ so small
Down in a hole, losin’ my soul
Down in a hole, out of control

I’d like to fly but my
Wings have been so denied

Rooster

Ain’t found a way to kill me yet
Eyes burn with stinging sweat
Seems every path leads me to nowhere
Wife and kids household pet
Army green was no safe bet
The bullets scream to me from somewhere

Here they come to snuff the rooster
Yeah here come the rooster
You know he ain’t gonna die

Walkin’ tall machine gun man
They spit on me in my home land
Gloria sent me pictures of my boy
Got my pills ‘gainst mosquito death
My buddy’s breathin’ his dyin’ breath
Oh God please won’t you help me make it through