Amidst the haze of alternative wannabe’s (but couldn’t-be’s), there are few who stand atop the tallest tier of searing, angst-befuddled rock music. Everybody has their “go to” album when they’re feeling utterly crushed by the world of opposite-sex liaisons; but if there had to be one: Dinosaur Jr’s second album, You’re Living All Over Me, is the underground/indie (or whatever the cool fucking buzzword is nowadays) top pick. Continue reading →