Blind Melon’s self-titled debut was released in 1992 – and reissued this year for Record Store Day on deluxe vinyl and as a CD with bonus tracks. It’s a 20th/21st Anniversary I guess – for a band that never really got past the grunge-lite have-training-wheels-will-try-to-travel sound and approach.
I remember when No Rain was released – the band’s “hit” – well it sounded like a bunch of idiots with no idea trying to approximate what they figured Led Zeppelin III might have sounded like, without actually listening.
And I couldn’t take them seriously – or lightly, for that matter – at the time. Or at any time since.
Revisiting this album now is a bit like (what I imagine it would be like) watching the early seasons of Friends or renting Reality Bites, convinced you’re in for the good time like when you first saw it.
But there was never a good time attached to this record for me. And so listening to it again I felt nothing. Nothing at all. Worse still: I heard nothing. Nothing at all.
This is a band that only gets talked about because the lead singer died. He seemed a total fucking idiot. His band was shit. And if you’re a sucker for punishment you can have another, er, hoon on this…but why fucking bother?