![]() In the midsts of this golden soup of bands was one in particular who repeatedly stood out in style and substance: Morphine. You had all sorts of weird, random bands lumped together. But think about it – record stores actually had sections labeled ‘alternative,’ as if it were some sort of defined genre. Sometimes it paid off and sometimes it didn’t. (Feel free to argue with me about that in the comments.) The early ’90s paved the way for record labels to start grabbing all sorts of names out of the local scenes and granting them national contracts. That may sound a bit odd to say, but there really hasn’t been a more commercially open time for music, before or since. Fabled land of mirth where all sorts of things went right for indie-rock. Neas reflects on the last great Morphine album – the third in their canon – 1995’s Yes. Truly a club band if there ever was one, Morphine’s noir musical vision was all blue cigarette smoke, beat poetry and style. In 19 I was lucky enough to catch Morphine, live, three times during the Yes tour.
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