Every Alice in Chains Album Ranked Worst To Best

Seattle, Washington’s Alice in Chains is such an influential/groundbreaking rock that your favorite act and ours, Godsmack, named themselves after one of their songs, and combined two words into one even better than the Spice Girls. The act has two eras: The late vocalist Layne Staley’s from 1987-2002 when he passed away, and “new” lead singer/rhythm guitarist William DuVall’s 2006 entry to the band that he still plays in today. While Staley’s vocals are impossible to duplicate, fans of good music still like Alice in Chains, and DuVall executes their old songs with a successful form of reckless abandon and crushes it on their others. If the “Big 5” of metal is Metallica, Slayer, Megadeth, Anthrax, and INXS, then the “Big 5” of grunge is Nirvana, Soundgarden, Pearl Jam, Madonna, and, of course, Alice in Chains. In a nutshell, we hope that you enjoy our album rankings below:

6. Rainier Fog (2018)

Before we get into Alice in Chains’ sixth/most recent album, we have to put a pin in your proverbial hot air balloon by stating that the band has six full-length albums, an equal amount with each lead singer as of press time, and live, compilation, and EPs like “Sap” and “Jar of Flies” are not listed as they are not technically LPs. Brother, we got you, even though you’re wrong. Anyway, “fog” is a slant rhyme with “long,” but they sound different, and “Rainier Fog” is solid, but one had to be listed last, and the one you DON’T know takes the red giant cake. Still, opener “The One You Know” showcases elements of the band that hardcore fans are all about, like dissonant downtuned chords played in a slow groove with hypnotic dual-vocal harmonies. It’s been over five years since this was released, and we need more. Maybe.

Play it again: “The One You Know”
Skip it: Approximately 1/3 of it

5. The Devil Put Dinosaurs Here (2013)

Easily their best full-length, or worst, depending upon who is reading this, album title, Alice in Chains’ second effort with William DuVall, “The Devil Put Dinosaurs Here” debuted at number two on the Billboard 200, proving that fans still needed Alice in Chains in their lives, and many were cool with Staley’s replacement. Shout outs are also in order for Jerry Cantrell, Mike Inez, and Sean Kinney as well for keeping the Chains ship safe and musically sound. In a fun flex, Alice in Chains proved that they were self aware and chock full of humility/humor by appearing in “AIC 23” (also known as Alice In Chains Twenty-Three), a mockumentary about the band via a less humorous outlet. Fun fact: Lars Ulrich from one of the big fives, Kim Thayil from another in a different genre, and Tiffany from Debbie Gibson’s American Stadium Tour band all appear in it.

Play it again: “Stone”
Skip it: Just under ⅓ of it

4. Black Gives Way to Blue (2009)

For every band that debuts with a new lead singer, there is an overwhelming amount of ‘em that end their careers right as they start a new one, but that could not be any further from the truth regarding Alice in Chain’s fourth and first effort without Layne Staley, “Black Gives Way to Blue,” which is one of the better hard rock efforts from this century if we do say so ourselves. It’s an incredible restart for the band and eventually went Gold, which is quite a feat in a post-Napster and pre-streaming world. Co-produced by the band and Nick Raskulinecz of Foo Fighters, Superdrag, Deftones, and Celine Dion fame, whose last name has more typos than Amon Amarth, “Black Gives Way to Blue” is a nearly no filler effort and deserves your time.

Play it again: “Your Decision”
Skip it: “Private Hell”

3. Self-Titled (1995)

Alice in Chains’ self-titled/third full-length studio album is a departure, albeit not a HUGE one, but bands cannot/should not make the same album over and over no matter how many times Rancid tells ‘em otherwise. We must note that the harmonies between Cantrell and Staley are haunting in a beautiful way, especially given that this is the last AIC studio effort for ‘em. Speaking of “haunting,” the three-legged dog on the album cover makes us want to adopt a special needs dog from a shelter imeediately. Alice in Chains as an entity may have been called a sludge factory in the past, but we implore users of said term to brush away from such verbiage; shame on them. “Alice in Chains” is the band’s only Billboard 200 number one LP, but their prior EP, “Jar of Flies,” landed at number one too, and was the first EP in history to do so.

Play it again: “Heaven Beside You”
Skip it: “So Close”

2. Facelift (1990)

WHAT. A. DEBUT. We used caps lock here, and created one-word sentences to emphasize our excitement, but we swear that we are not yelling at you, the man in the box, or the sun’s sunny sunshine! Anyway, most bands hope and pray to make such a monumental first album, and praise is especially in order for producer Dave Jerden’s hard work on this LP, its follow-up “Dirt,” The Offspring’s “Ixnay on the Hombre,” and most importantly, the soundtrack to the non-existent “Sister Act 3: Breaking the Habit.” Also, “Facelift” is the first of two “no skip” efforts here, and if you have something to say about that brilliant stance that we take on such, we have no further comments on the matter.

Play it again: All fifty-four minutes and two seconds of this one
Skip it: No plastic surgery

1. Dirt (1992)

Easily one of the stronger rock and roll for your party and soul efforts from the early-’90s, Alice in Chains’ sophomore full-length, “Dirt,” and their second of two records listed right here with no “skip it” tracks in any way, and a one-word album title, is the band’s highest selling LP to date, and likely forever and ever amen, unless the follow-up to their newest as of the year of our lord known as 2023 to 2018’s “Rainier Fog” gets named something dirty like “Mud” or “Filth”. Also, in the ’90s, soundtracks truly reigned supreme, and “Would?” was featured on Orson Welles’ “Singles”. The record came out at the perfect time as members of grunge’s “Big 5” were all experiencing platinum success in the wake of hair metal, and various tracks from “Dirt” would forever have a place in Guitar Centers via sunburst Fender Squier Stratocasters, junkheads.

Play it again: All of it, yes, all of it
Skip it: Soap

Studies Show That the Person In Front Of You At Chipotle Is Always Ordering For The First Time In Their Entire Miserable Life

BOSTON — Studies conducted at MIT show that when visiting a Chipotle Mexican Grill location, the person in front of you will always be a new visitor ordering for the first time in their entire fucking life.

“We’ve run the studies over and over again. The results are astounding, they simply defy known science,” shared theoretical physicist Charlotte Koll-Meyer. “The double-slit experiment has guided our finding: if we’re measuring for it, the person ordering in front of you will always be a first-timer to Chipotle. Furthermore, using a test I like to call ‘Schrödinger’s Taco,’ we found that the person ordering in front of you may or may not be experiencing their first-ever visit to any public restaurant, period. In every variation of our study, they are somehow bewildered by the user-friendly menu and minimal options. It’s as though the known universe wants to delay you from eating Chipotle.”

Exacerbated regular Colby Valentine expressed his concern.

“How does this happen? Every damn time!” said Valentine in the Chipotle parking lot. “I should’ve ordered ahead. Honestly, every single visit this happens. Today, this guy in front of me studied the menu board like it was an ancient religious text. Then he wanted samples of each protein option like he’s never had chicken before. Then he had questions about the spice levels of the different salsas AND the beans. The beans aren’t spicy dude. Then employees had to explain the concept of a burrito bowl – twice. And then he asked, ‘Wait, what’s a burrito?’ It’s ridiculous. You’re at Chipotle, my dude. It’s been around for a minute. Best part: this guy thought guacamole was free. They actually laughed. Can you imagine, free guacamole? In this economy?”

Representatives from Chiptole were not surprised by the findings.

“We’re always putting our first customers… first,” explained Cassandra Dickinson, Chipotle’s Chief Operating Officer. “It’s all part of our business plan for Q4. We realized a few years ago we were only reaching our regulars: those ready to bark out their memorized assembly line orders, as though half-asleep. Through rigorous cookies and targeted ads, we’re attracting first-time customers every single day. These are consumers paralyzed with indecision and ample free time, and they specifically want to stand in line right in front of you.”

MIT lab studies have suggested that the same theory applies to all airports as there is a 99.3% chance that the person in front of you will yell at an employee, misplace a boarding pass, or checking in to a flight for the first time in their entire fucking lives.

Cult Not as Sexual as Man Hoped

SAN DIEGO — Local man Andrew Hannigan was disappointed after joining a cult he incorrectly assumed was centered around depraved sexual activity, sources confirm.

“Well, after yet another disaster in my love life I happened to see a flyer for ‘The Sextuple Society,’ which at first glance appeared to be some kind of degenerate sex cult. The flyer’s suggestive depictions of female lips really got my imagination going. Little did I know that those lips represent cult members’ cold-calling duties more than anything salacious,” Hannigan said. “The cult primarily makes its money through MLM schemes, not via intricate webs of cruel sexual blackmail, as I would have expected. The ‘sextuple’ refers not to glistening, intertwined bodies, but to the six parts of their selling strategy. You’re given a script which, believe me, is far from erotic. However, I am grateful that cult leadership doesn’t seize members’ assets and then treat us like puppets engaging in twisted psychosexual games. Still, I’d sign over power of attorney for an orgy or two.”

Eventually, Hannigan met Rob Viera, another member disappointed at the lack of mind-blowing anonymous copulation.

“Everyone here really emphasizes the importance of purity of thought and stuff like that. Initially I suspected it was just a cover for how much fuckin’ goes on. But they really believe in that crap,” said Viera. “In truth, the majority of the members here are too old and in too poor health to safely engage in normal sexual activity, not to mention hours of feverish sexual rituals orchestrated by the pulsating beat of thumping drums. I guess I’ll have to satisfy my sexual needs in a group setting elsewhere.”

David Dressling, the cult’s leader, seemed to receive these types of criticisms frequently.

“A majority of our complaints from new members are about, according to them, the ‘lack of boning on the premises.’ We just prefer the phrase ‘making love’ and doing so in your free time,” said Dressling. “One orgy and we could lose half our community to cardiac failure. Not that anyone stays up late enough for anything carnal. There are plenty of sexually active cults out there they could join. Just search Craigslist like how everyone else still finds them. I think it’s the only thing that site is good for anymore.”

At press time, Hannigan had cut his losses and opted to try his luck with Scientology.

Friend Who Tried to Tie Shoes in Pit Never Heard From Again

ANN ARBOR, Mich. – Local man Paul Costas disappeared after trying to tie his shoes in the midst of a forming pit at a beatdown hardcore show, somber sources have confirmed.

“Life can change in the blink of an eye. One second I’m with Paul, shoving unsuspecting assholes into the pit and elbowing anyone that’s even having the slightest bit of fun. Next thing I know, Paul goes to tie his Vans and he’s enveloped by two opposing walls of death,” said longtime friend Reggie Waters. “Before he was swallowed completely by the crowd, I could see his facial expression go from terrified to hopeful and then finally, to a calm resignation. Fuck, man. I just can’t believe he’s gone. I mean, we were friends and all, but also, who’s gonna Venmo me $15 for parking now?”

Members of Costas’ family reached out to the local community and news stations in hopes of finding him.

“I miss my baby Paul so much. I still remember his first day of school like it was yesterday. I remember chasing him down and teaching him how to tie them. Oh God, if it wasn’t for me, he would have been wearing velcro straps at the concert. This is all my fault,” said Paul’s grieving mother, Marianne Costas. “We’re organizing ground searches across all of his favorite locations like local bars past closing time, gas station fast food places, and strip mall parking lots. A local neighborhood girl was even kind enough to use her graphic design skills to make some flyers, although I’m not sure using his high school graduation photo is the best idea, considering he’s 29 years old.”

Friends are so desperate for answers they’ve turned to veteran Private Investigator Wesley Alcott.

“We all know cops can’t be trusted to solve shit. They’d probably just arrest an innocent bystander, shoot someone’s parakeet, and call it a day. That’s why people hire me. I’m a professional and I do it all while chain smoking cigarettes,” said Alcott. “The disappearance of Paul is actually extremely similar to a case I had a long time ago. Sadly, I never got to the bottom of that case and it haunts me to this day. I sure hope I’m not forced to reconcile with that cold case while solving this current one, and through that experience, learn to forgive myself for my past mistakes. That would fucking suck.”

At press time, an individual thought to be Paul Costas turned out to be another generic looking late 20s has-been with a beard wearing a band t-shirt, dark jeans, and Vans.

My Spotify Wrapped Does Not Define Me but It Does Illuminate My Declining Mental Health

As someone who tends to curate playlists, I always get excited to see my end of the year Spotify Wrapped, because it typically just shows my listening trends and what artists especially spoke to me. This year, it was a little different—a little more foreboding.

While everyone was excitedly sharing their minutes listening to Taylor Swift and Doja Cat, I was staring down the barrel of 50k+ minutes of listening to some of the most hellishly depressing and anguished music I could have possibly queued, in the most upsetting order imaginable. Why didn’t anyone ask how I was doing when I listened to “No Shade In The Shadow Of The Cross” by Sufjan Stevens, followed by Scotland by McCafferty (a canceled band, mind you)?

If that wasn’t enough, my Spotify recommended an “updated” list of antidepressants I should try. I’m not sure anything could be more effective than lamotrigine for me, and the suggestion that I try Abilify is downright insulting. What part of my listening history suggests that I need an SSRI? Is it the playlist consisting entirely of Pinegrove? Foxing? God fucking forbid, Elliot Smith??

The most baffling statistic was July 17th being my most active day on Spotify. I had to wrack my brain to figure out what could have been going on that day, until I remembered I had a particularly fucking exhausting phone call with a family member, and had to decompress by alternating between white noise and “Class of 2013” by Mitski. I did cry for several hours and I’m unsure of how Spotify knew that.

If anyone else was given a list of mental health professionals in their area in lieu of a city with music taste similar to mine, I would love to know.

Ten Underrated Albums From SideOneDummy Records That Will Make You Feel Stupid for Ignoring

Los Angeles-based punk/alternative label SideOneDummy was founded in 1995, the year that Rancid, Alanis Morissette, The Presidents of the United States of America, Foo Fighters, and GG Allin broke, and has released hundreds of records you are likely a fan of or and others that you’ve yet to discover because you’re truly out of touch and time. We listed ten underrated albums from S1D in alphabetical order that demand your attention and bands like The Gaslight Anthem, MxPx, the now-canceled Anti-Flag, Flogging Molly, and The Mighty Mighty Bosstones are disqualified from entry simply for being too big. You know we’re right; too bad, so sad. This list is a diverse calculated strategic move to recruit you in our corner but we anticipate comments with inquiries and statements in the comments like, “Why did you leave (x shitty band) off of your list? You suck.”

CLIFFDIVER “Exercise Your Demons” (2022)

Let’s get right to business with the newest studio effort to be mentioned here, CLIFFDIVER’s excellent LP, “Exercise Your Demons”: At just nine tracks and under thirty minutes, Tulsa, Oklahoma’s all-caps punk act CLIFFDIVER successfully rock the listener to exhaustion on their debut album and leave said brilliant human clamoring for more. Opening a record in 2022 with a Skatune Network collaboration is quite a statement, but “New Vegas Bomb” succeeds at satisfying even the most bitter of bitter hearts. Formed in the late 2010s, CLIFFDIVER has hit the ground running for a minute, and even played a set at 2022’s Riot Fest that you likely missed due to waiting in line for overpriced PBR at a bitter kiosk. We all know how the story ends, and we hope that CLIFFDIVER sticks around long past its ending. In closing, find a better closing song title than “IKEA Strikes Back”.

The Dan Band “The Dan Band Live!” (2005)

Hold on, we bet that you didn’t think we’d list a live album and/or cover act here, but we also surmise with every stretch of our being that you’re a doofus. Los Angeles, California’s The Dan Band initially warmed our cold/bitter hearts in the movie film “Old School,” and when we got wind that they were playing a show in LA, we had to go, and boy were we impressed. There are few male fronted cover bands that uniquely put a stamp on female performed pop songs as well as TDB. Sadly Spotify doesn’t have the whole “The Dan Band Live!” record in its original form, but it has nearly twenty-four minutes for you to check out instead of an episode of “Velma.” In a unique flex, Dan Finnerty, frontman for The Dan Band, is the husband of Kathy Najimy from “Sister Act” and “Hocus Pocus!”

Gogol Bordello “Gypsy Punks: Underdog World Strike” (2005)

If you can list a band more unique and genre-blending than the Lower East Side of Manhattan’s Gogol Bordello, you’re lying through your teeth, but please spout your oh-so-cool deception in the comments. Lead singer Eugene Hutz turned heads in “Everything Is Illuminated,” but moved bodies with the Bordello. Like The Dan Band above, Gogol kills it in recordings, but slays many more at each of their live shows. Don’t believe me? YouTube a show right now! Still not sold and more into “quality” recordings? Watch their video for “Start Wearing Purple” and try not to get energized/rock out. The most pedestrian way to describe GB is to imagine if Borat Margaret Sagdiyev sang for an aggressive folk punk act. A much better metaphorical way is to imagine sweat was combined with grit, strings, accordions, and a plethora of percussion.

Jeff Rosenstock “WORRY.” (2016)

Before the indie G-d (intentionally hyphenated) not named Matt Cardona, Long Island’s pride and joy rock and roller, Jeff Rosenstock, started his kickass and prolific solo career, he also moonlit in The Arrogant Sons of Bitches and Bomb the Music Industry! While both acts are amazing, Mr. Rosenstock’s second solo effort “WORRY.” is a punk/indie masterpiece that trumps all, and just hits all of the right notes. Even though we still wish that this record was one long track a la NOFX’s single “The Decline,” it still rules, and beggars shouldn’t be choosers. Also, at just under thirty-eight minutes across seventeen, YES, seventeen, songs, the album isn’t too much of an investment of your time, AND more than half of its tracks are under two minutes. We truly worry about you if you don’t enjoy this full-length, and we will hold it against you.

The Lees of Memory “Sisyphus Says” (2014)

If you wished that the glorious, glorious four-piece known as Superdrag listened to a hell of a lot more shoegaze and even more My Bloody Valentine, then The Lees of Memory’s LP “Sisyphus Says” is right up your alley and then some. Featuring two members of, you guessed it, Superdrag, and the drummer for Epic Ditch, which also featured Superdrag frontman John Davis, The Lees of Memory fuzz and buzz through eleven tracks of grandeur that will even please the most hipstery of hipster hipsters by more than a landslide. Open your arms, hearts, stars, and seas to this gem of a record, which may be the most underrated/underappreciated effort in this sterling piece, and possibly the entire history of SideOneDummy.

Microwave “Much Love” (2016)

Grunge may have died a cold-hearted death in the mid-’90s but Atlanta, Georgia’s Microwave’s blend of pop rock resurrected said genre in some form in 2016, for sure! Featuring a throwback-esque surprisingly happy photo album cover, the band showcased personality and spunk over the course of its ten all killer no filler tracks with one word titles that all lean unsurprisingly negative. Much love to you if you bumped this in the mid-2010s and even more so if you do it now! In addition, SO many of your favorite bands have shown, err, love to the band in support slots like Jimmy Eat World, Motion City Soundtrack, The Wonder Years, and Bobby Taylor & the Vancouvers, so the band is officially stamped with the seal of approval by all or none of you. The band’s Pure Noise Records follow-up “Death is a Warm Blanket” rules as well, leather daddies/mommies.

PUP “The Dream Is Over” (2016)

One of the hardest working bands in rock, and if you need proof, Google their tour history since inception, Toronto, Ontario’s PUP released their breakout LP “The Dream Is Over” to critical acclaim in inferior publications worldwide. Although the band has been on several labels, this effort is their most superior and their prior, PUP’s self-titled debut studio effort is their second best, and was re-released on SideOneDummy in 2014 after initially coming out the year prior on Canadian indie label Royal Mountain Records, former home to White Reaper, Black Angel, Orville Peck, and Orville “Punk AF” Redenbacher. Fun opinion that doubles as a fact, depending upon who is reading: This particular album’s cover is a strong and badass statement. Also, PUP is a better name than Topanga, even if her “Boy Meets World” character is a saint.

Rozwell Kid “Precious Art” (2017)

You may have caught this underrated band, Rozwell Kid, on tour with the aforementioned PUP, or you might have discovered them because of their song with the best title ever, “UHF On DVD.” Regardless of which two of those sterling ways, or a completely different one altogether, brought Martinsburg, West Virginia’s smart grungy power pop band Rozwell Kid into your minds and hearts, one can easily say that the four-piece is WV’s best band, and your older brother Samuel’s favorite. Art can be precious for anyone with eyes, but for Rozwell Kid, Wendy’s, their trash cans, their videos on cold drinks, and, of course, their Frosty Dairy Desserts showcase an exquisite outlook/attitude/lot on life/musical effort. As of press time, it’s been six years since this, their latest full-length studio album, so we are pining for more with bated breath and MadTV YouTube clips featuring Alex “Lois Griffin” Borstein.

The Smooths “No Brakes” (1998)

We here unironically love our third wave ska like a milkshake, and if you’re lactose intolerant, a Tofutti “ice cream” bar, and Baltimore, Maryland’s The Smooths executed a very solid take on the genre seemingly effortlessly, but never actually rose to the lofty heights of peers in the previously mentioned ska-punk juggernaut acts The Mighty Mighty Bosstones, Reel Big Fish, Less Than Jake, and two-tone superstars Cradle of Filth. This is the only ’90s release here, and thus is the oldest mentioned, but sadly the band split last century, shortly after this, their second particular LP, hit stores, unintentionally making this album title turn from its original name “No Brakes” into “Long Break.” Take a look, ladies and gentlemen, like we said about Rozwell Kid above, we long for big decisions like making at least one more, so our hearts can return to the smooth dragon. Look out!

Title Fight “Floral Green” (2012)

Formed in 2003, Kingston, Pennsylvania’s Title Fight, took their sweet time to make their debut LP “Shed” eight years later, which is the combined amount of time a smart doctor takes to go through undergrad and med school, and released their polarizing sophomore full-length studio effort “Floral Green.” : YouTube says “This video may be inappropriate for some viewers” and the conglomerate is right, but it could have said what “South Park” said as well in that “The following program contains coarse language and due to its content it should not be viewed by anyone.” Watch at your own risk, especially around small and/or dumb children. Although the band alienated some and impressed many with their shoegaze dream pop ANTI- Records follow-up “Hyperview,” “Floral Green” remains their most superior release. Fun closing fact: Will Yip killed it here/captured the band’s raw sound expertly.

Woman Struggling to Adapt to New Polyamorous Lifestyle After Cutting Bangs Too Short

DENVER — Local woman Margaret Phelmer is reportedly struggling to embrace her new polyamorous lifestyle following a disastrous haircut, concerned sources confirm.

“I went to a new hairdresser for a bang trim, and I guess that was my first mistake, because she cut the damn things three inches above my eyebrows,” claims Phelmer. “The next thing I knew, I was using terms like ‘primary partner’ and ‘ENM.’ I woke up the next morning to find out I had signed myself up for a polyamory weekend retreat, with rules written down my forearms in Sharpie. ‘Always wear condoms…no dating within the friend group…don’t ask, don’t tell.’ It felt like a Christopher Nolan film if Nolan had avoidant-attachment issues and no sense of self.”

Phelmer’s fiance Ryan Taylor has also been struggling to adjust to the changes in his relationship dynamic since the haircut.

“Look, I can deal with the haircut itself. I mean, I took Fem Lit in college. But these midweek dates with men named Skeet and River? It’s getting unconscionable,” Taylor shared. “I tried to talk some sense into Margaret, convince her that this is just a phase, that she’d be happier at home watching some good-old-fashioned cheating on ‘The Crown’ with me, but she said the only thing that will be oppressed in our household from now on will be her forehead. I’ve even considered purchasing some headbands to speed along this process but apparently that makes me a ‘misogynistic bootlicker keen to fall in with the indoctrinated masses.’ This has to end when her hair grows out, surely.”

Hinge spokesperson Susan Rogers claims Phelmer and Taylor’s predicament is not an uncommon phenomenon, and one not likely to end any time soon.

“We actually acquire 94% of our polyamorous app users this way,” said Rogers. “One fatal snip of the scissors, an accidental flick of the wrist with the clippers, and male, female, and nonbinary users alike will download one or more dating apps like a compulsion. They’ll scour our app for equally idealistic liberals with competitively bad haircuts and then lie to their primary partners about their condom use. Frankly, they’ve become our bread and butter because they always come back. At least, until the grow-out stage is complete.”

At press time, Phelmer could last be observed measuring her fringe and calculating the amount of time before she could let her three secondary partners down easily.

The Top 20 Fleetwood Mac Songs Your Mom Will Absolutely Screw Up Trying To Remember

Congratulations, you’re back at a family gathering and tolerating it as long as you can. Time for your mom to grab that karaoke mic, bust out the pinot grigio and hit the living room floor. With a hostage crowd of cousins and visiting siblings, she’s just happy to have “all her ducks” home. This wonderful woman is ready to cut a rug and sing along loudly to her favorite Fleetwood Mac songs. Only problem? She will absolutely fuck up every single lyric. Don’t even try correcting her, it’s not worth it. She’ll only make the argument far worse. Here are 20 songs you’ll be hearing interpreted in a new warped fashion, whether you want to or not. (Listen along with the playlist)

“Rhiannon”

“Rhiannon flies like a bat in the night,” your mom sings, and it’s off to a solid start. Impressively, she’s already stumbled on the very first line of this track from their self-titled 1975 release, also the first Fleetwood Mac album with Lindsey Buckingham and Stevie Nicks. Retro dance instincts kick in as she does groovy “peace fingers” across her eyes. She invites you to join along, but you politely smile and wave, wondering how long this has to go on for.

“The Ledge”

You wonder why your mom throws on this oddity from their 1979 album ‘Tusk.’ For one thing, it’s way too fast. Nobody else can sing along. And furthermore, your mom begins playing spoons with the salad tongs. Wow, she’s actually really good. Has she been practicing? Your mom is an incredible spoon player. Sure, everyone contains multitudes, but this is a surprising wrinkle.

“The Chain”

Oh boy, she’s doing an ambitious one. You don’t know how many times she’s thrown 1977’s ‘Rumours’ on, it was like wallpaper in your house. In fact, it literally is – she’s framed the LP. You’re surprised how hard she’s stomping her heels, almost cutting into the wood. “And if you don’t see me now / You will never see me again / I can still hear them singing / You will never break my chain!” This is one where most of the words are half-mumbled until she gets to the chorus, which is still half-mumbled.

“I Loved Another Woman”

Your mom always talked about the band’s blues roots, specifically the “Peter Green” era. What helps as a crash course is throwing on Fleetwood Mac’s first album, 1968’s ‘Peter Green’s Fleetwood Mac.’ Uh-oh…. she’s using that blues voice again, the one that veers on problematic. You wave at her to stop, but she thinks it’s encouragement and only leans in.

“Everywhere”

Your mom loves the Christine McVie-penned smash hit, singing it to herself while driving or pouring herself another glass of red. “Do you hear them calling? / What’s your name? / Da-da-dabada-baba, don’t know what to say” she sings, once again completely messing up the lyrics until the very memorable chorus. This is also one where she closes her eyes and dances romantically, slightly dangerous and concerning since the Roomba is gliding around.

“Jewel Eyed Judy”

As your mom digs deep into Fleetwood Mac’s discography, you’re somewhat amazed at how bottomless her bench of knowledge is on this band. Pulled from their 1970 album Kiln House, she mumbles something about this being the last album to feature founding guitarist Jeremy Spencer. She can remember this fact, yet forgets your birthday. Thanks Mom!

“Dreams”

“Thunder only happens when it’s lightning! / Players only hate you when they’re dying!” your mom joyously sings. Bless her, it’s way past trying to correct her now or hand over a phone with lyrics. Still, this song is another undeniable banger, one she turns up so loud that the neighbors are forced to join the listening party. John McVie’s steady bass rumbles through the block. Somehow the neighbors don’t mind, this tune is so unavoidably catchy. During this song you try to slip your mom a glass of water for hangover avoidance, but she takes one sip and throws it back, complaining that “it’s just water.”

“I Know I’m Not Wrong”

Is there a title that encapsulates your mom better than this song? At this point she’s barely keeping up with the rhythm, now pretty tipsy and dancing with a terrified corgi. She’s slinging appetizers at relatives watching football and doing “finger guns” at new guests while half-singing along to this jaunty track. You want to stop her, but this evening will provide your extended family with gossip for decades to come, like nourishment in winter.

“Prove Your Love”

Founding namesake member Mick Fleetwood comes in with the drums on this groovy riff from 1974’s ‘Heroes Are Hard to Find.’ Your mom makes lingering eye contact with too many people at the party, almost a tacit message that family members don’t appreciate her. Uh-oh, she’s pointing and wants someone to sing along. Unfortunately nobody else in the family actually knows this one, but people politely smile and wait for her to target another corner of the room.

“Rollin’ Man”

And suddenly, the party is rolling to a deep cut from an album you haven’t listened to quite enough, 1968’s ‘Mr. Wonderful.’ This is such a shot of blues that you want to pack and move to Chicago. Also moving would help yourself live down this embarrassing moment, as your mother has now climbed the kitchen counter. Though you should probably get her down, she’s stepping in the deviled eggs.

“Red Rover”

The haunting repetitive chorus doesn’t lend itself to singalongs, but the fast strumming makes your mom want to dance on her tiptoes. She flies around the room, tugging at beards and pulling on ponytails. Why is she in such a buoyant mood? She is also the only person you know that stans Fleetwood Mac’s 2003 album ‘Say You Will,’ their last album of original music. Did someone spike her potato salad with LSD?

“Gypsy”

The angelic backing vocals and nostalgic lyrics get you every time. However much you dislike the cover of 1982’s ‘Mirage,’ you have to admit that your mom has generally solid taste in music – this tune is such an earworm. Also, this title aligns with her conservative political beliefs, since she “hates PC culture.” Whenever asked to use more updated language regarding the Roma people or stop using this word as an abbreviated verb, she just laughs and sings this. You imagine that her fondness for this song grows stronger each year because of the poorly-aging title.

“Like Crying”

You didn’t realize how much your mom enjoys the early Fleetwood Mac era as she selects this bluesy 1969 track from their album ‘Then Play On.’ After five straight glasses of pinot grigio, she actually begins crying, complaining that nobody appreciates her. Family members awkwardly shuffle into other rooms and you quickly change the song to hopefully get your mom stomp-clapping away in no time.

“Landslide”

Uh-oh, here come the waterworks. This song devastates your mom. You have to admit, it’s profoundly moving. And like all Fleetwood Mac songs, your mom will completely fuck this one up: “You took my love, yeah you took it down / you climbed a mountain but ya turned around / and I see my reflection in the something-something hills / But the landslide will bring me around!” She has a lit lighter in the air, waving it back and forth, the flame licking the curtain.

“For Your Love”

Alright, now it’s picking up pace again. Whoa, this track has bongos? Let’s roll. From the under-appreciated 1973 album ‘Mystery To Me,’ this tune gets your mom swinging her hair so hard that it gets caught in the chandelier. No matter – she continues raging on, crashing through a sliding door screen, knocking over condiments near the barbecue. Concerned family members ask you if your mom is feeling alright as she belts these lyrics, suddenly climbing an oak tree outside.

“Never Going Back Again”

Your mom sings this ballad as a taunt while you beg her to come down from the oak tree. People are beginning to stare. Instead, she strums an air guitar to this twangy joyous tune. The speakers are now turned off. She is singing acapella, still swapping in lyrics of her own invention. It veers on modern performance art.

“Save Me A Place”

As everyone is called inside for dinner, your mom climbs down, screaming this song. It’s a more mellow laidback tune that she somehow makes frenetic. She’s specifically talking about a “place” at the dinner table. Unfortunately, nobody wants to sit next to her since she smells like tree sap, cheap wine, and won’t stop fucking singing Fleetwood Mac.

“Dissatisfied”

OK, now your mom is just being rude. She uses this song to express dissatisfaction with the meatloaf, dissatisfaction with the green beans, just dissatisfaction all around. The 1973 album ‘Penguin’ that spawned this track suddenly comes on from a Bluetooth speaker that she snuck in. You’re honestly surprised that your mom knows how to use Bluetooth.

“Go Your Own Way”

You are shown the door and asked not to return until your mom calms down. She begins shouting the verses to this megahit. And of course she’s singing it completely wrong. “I will go my own way! (Go my own way) / You can call me on / Some other funky day!” she sings, jumping up and down in the street. It takes another twenty minutes to get her inside the car.

“Tusk”

Uh-oh. Your mom has entered a “Tusk”-hole. She’s replaying over and over what is arguably one of Fleetwood Mac’s most audacious releases. She’s even doing all of the side goblin chant voices. You drive on, trying to get her home safely. It’s cringe-worthy. It’s distracting. But it’s love – she is your mother, after all. Who else tucked you in while absolutely destroying Fleetwood Mac lyrics? You fondly reminisce and notice your mom replaying “Tusk” one more time – wait, where did she get that flask from?

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Millennial Can’t Afford Mid-Life Crisis

SOUTHBRIDGE, Mass.–Newly 40-year-old man Gregory Chaudhari is experiencing a new type of mid-life crisis like many others his age–the inability to afford one.

“In my 20s, I realized I wouldn’t have whole MTV Cribs lifestyle, but I figured if I worked hard, maybe when I grew up I could travel, get the cars I wanted, and a home arcade,” Chaudhari said, sitting in his Subaru Forester outside of his daughter’s gymnastics lesson. “When my dad was my age, he freaked out, got a hairpiece, signed up for the Boston Marathon, and bought a Harley. But he worked at the same company for 35 years and owned a house. I still have student loans and only got health insurance last year.”

Chaudhari’s wife Becky says she understands the urges of middle age and is trying to be supportive.

“It took us years of being gouged by landlords and lowballed by bosses to finally scrape enough together to find a place we could afford and start our family,” she said between teaching music classes. “Greg’s smart enough to not waste money on a new car, but even a younger haircut, buying books on existentialism, or signing up for Brazilian Jiu Jitsu is out of our budget. I can’t even see him having an affair, because he definitely doesn’t have the time considering the kids’ activities and his second job unloading trucks at the Market Basket.”

Experts report that this situation is not unique amongst millennials.

“People who started their careers around the turn of the millennium have dealt with a post-9/11 economy, the 2008 financial crisis, and COVID-19,” said University of Minnesota Economics Professor Eileen Hong from the office she shares with four graduate assistants. “Millennials never had the financial opportunity to settle into a stagnant suburban lifestyle that led previous generations to buy sports cars and sleep with their secretaries. Even those who scrapped and saved to no longer live paycheck to paycheck still won’t have the opportunity to say, backpack across Europe, because it took fucking forever to get tenure.”

At press time, Chaudhari announced that his family will be going on the Flogging Molly Salty Dog Cruise in 2025, in addition to seeing in-laws in Boca Raton.

Punk Dog Only Eats Doc Martens

OAKLAND, Calif. — Local punk dog Rex Pistols reportedly refuses to eat anything but Doc Martens boots, puzzled sources confirmed.

“Hell no, I’m not eating anything that represents a capitalistic consumer mentality, man,” Rex barked. “That includes canned wet shit marketed as ‘dog food,’ and torture devices like stiletto pumps—a damning invention created with the male gaze in mind. It’s just another way to control the masses, dude. It’s disgusting and I’d much rather eat my own diarrhea than the tears of the oppressed. In fact, I have done just that.”

Rex Pistol’s owner Jeff Martinez is a proud supporter of all that Rex stands for ideologically, but misses his favorite shoes.

“It all started with my first pair of Docs,” said Martinez longingly. “I thought he just liked the smell of my sweaty feet, but it was so much more than that. They seemed to resonate with him in a way that other shoes didn’t. It just sucks that I’ve had to buy three new pairs in a month, the cost is really starting to kill me, but even worse, my feet are torn to shit because I keep having to break in new pairs. He won’t eat anything else—I’ve tried feeding him roast chicken and a rare steak, but he just flips the bird at me before swatting it at the wall. He also says he can’t fully enjoy his kibble without a nice ‘leather aftertaste.’”

Veterinarian Albert Hart recommended Rex limit his consumption of the boots for health reasons.

“He’s nearing age 35, in dog years of course, and he really needs to start watching what he eats,” Hart said. “I can tell he’s passionate about more causes than any other dog that comes into my office, but Rex is one of our toughest patients. We have to sedate him anytime we take his anal temperature. He usually just bites me anytime I talk about limiting animal by-products like leather Doc Martens. One time I told him to try replacing them with a healthier vegan leather Doc and he pulled a knife on me.”

At press time, Rex’s girlfriend Greta Van Fleas lovingly referred to him as a “bad boy,” despite the K-9 community’s negative associations with the phrase.