ALICE IN CHAINS DIRT ORIGINAL IMPORT COLUMBIA LP INNER 1A/1B EX 1992

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Here is an EXCELLENT! LP by ALICE IN CHAINS titled DIRT. It is an ORIGINAL! HOLLAND IMPORT pressing on the COLUMBIA label, catalog #472330 1 in STEREO sound and released in 1992. The vinyl is in EXCELLENT! condition, shiny and black, with a few wispy non-sounding hairlines and should have excellent playback. Deadwax has 1A-1/1B-1. It has ITS’ ORIGINAL LYRICS INNER! The cover is in EXCELLENT PLUS! condition with light edge and corner wear. It is an opportunity for you to purchase this LP by ALICE IN CHAINS in this condition. It’s a true gem for the ALTERNATIVE METAL / ALTERNATIVE/INDIE ROCK / GRUNGE / HARD ROCK / ROCK collector!! Email me with any questions and be sure to look at the pics. I DO NOT ACCEPT BIDS FROM OR MAIL TO SOUTH AMERICA, SOUTH AFRICA, ITALY & OTHER COUNTRIES. IF YOU ARE NOT FROM THE USA CONTACT ME BEFORE BIDDING! International bidders can email me for shipping rates. SHIPPING IN THE US IS $4.00 for MEDIA MAIL. I COMBINE SHIPPING SO US BUYERS PLEASE WAIT FOR INVOICE! Thanks for Looking & Good Luck!

Music Review from AllMusic.com by Steve Huey

Dirt is Alice in Chains' major artistic statement and the closest they ever came to recording a flat-out masterpiece. It's a primal, sickening howl from the depths of Layne Staley's heroin addiction, and one of the most harrowing concept albums ever recorded. Not every song on Dirt is explicitly about heroin, but Jerry Cantrell's solo-written contributions (nearly half the album) effectively maintain the thematic coherence -- nearly every song is imbued with the morbidity, self-disgust, and/or resignation of a self-aware yet powerless addict. Cantrell's technically limited but inventive guitar work is by turns explosive, textured, and queasily disorienting, keeping the listener off balance with atonal riffs and off-kilter time signatures. Staley's stark confessional lyrics are similarly effective, and consistently miserable. Sometimes he's just numb and apathetic, totally desensitized to the outside world; sometimes his self-justifications betray a shockingly casual amorality; his moments of self-recognition are permeated by despair and suicidal self-loathing. Even given its subject matter, Dirt is monstrously bleak, closely resembling the cracked, haunted landscape of its cover art. The album holds out little hope for its protagonists (aside from the much-needed survival story of "Rooster," a tribute to Cantrell's Vietnam-vet father), but in the end, it's redeemed by the honesty of its self-revelation and the sharp focus of its music.