Soundgarden’s inevitable climb to primacy in the new-metal realm continues right on schedule with its second major-label album. In this visceral, wide-ranging panorama, the heavy stomp competes with an impulse to soar, stretching the musical architecture into taut, fanciful shapes.
Introducing more progressive and psychedelic elements, humanizing the music with a bluesy undercurrent, the Seattle quartet displays more playfulness than on last year’s “Louder Than Love.” A looseness in the joints keeps the monster riffs from being self-important, and the spontaneity lets you sense four guys pushing and playing off each other instead of laboring for a formal effect.
This music doesn’t elicit the kind of astonishing technical display singer Chris Cornell applied to the dramatic, blues-rock songs of “Temple of the Dog,” the album he made earlier this year with other Seattle musicians as a eulogy to a late colleague. Though Cornell sings commandingly--his bending, high-pitched wail is becoming the signature siren call of this metal generation--he’s more a role player here.
“Badmotorfinger” isn’t the soul-baring effort of “Temple” either, but it lays out its imprecations, introspections, and cries of defiance with generous and genuine emotion, in images that are rich in religion-soaked symbolism (“Jesus Christ Pose,” “Holy Water”) and funny in an an offhand way rare in hard-rock territory (“I’m looking California/And feeling Minnesota”). And in “Rusty Cage,” Soundgarden taps into blues giant Robert Johnson’s intense, elemental grandeur as fittingly for the ‘90s as Cream did for the ‘60s.
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