October 1991

Nirvana? Nah -- 14 years ago Metallica ruled Spin. A look back at another great call.

If you are the kind of person who subscribes to Spin (as opposed to the kind of person who steals Spin from sleeping hobos), you've probably noticed that the publication always arrives a few days early: The October issue typically shows up in September.

20 Years of SPIN

Hilarious, thoughtful, and often outrageous conversations with 20 musicians, filmmakers, and visionaries who shaped alternative culture.

It was 20 years ago today that Roland Gift taught the Fine Young Cannibals to play. Doesn't sound quite right, does it?

Young Jeezy, 'Let's Get It: Thug Motivation 101' (Def Jam) Boyz N Da Hood, 'Boyz N Da Hood' (Bad Boy)

Hip-hop's new mouth of the South.

Young Jeezy doesn't need anyone to give him the best of both worlds. Behind door number one, the Atlanta native has President Hova and Def Jam, who are capitalizing on his underground mix-tape success by releasing Jeezy's major-label debut, Let's Get It. Behind door number two, he has P. Diddy, who chose Jeezy for his prefab Southern rap supergroup, Boyz N Da Hood.

Diamond Nights, 'Popsicle' (Kemado)

That-We're-Still-Milking-the-'70s-Show

What kind of art does America want when the country falls on hard times -- say, an increasingly unpopular war? One theory is that the public will escape from current events through pure nostalgia. Another line of thinking says people will develop a newfound appetite for introspective, artistically meaningful entertainment that mirrors their somber mood.

The Tippin' Point

Operating in isolation for years, Houston hip-hoppers were content to get blasted on cough syrup, sell truckloads of mix tapes, and make major bank on their own. But with local stars breaking out, major labels moving in, and feuds sparking up, will the scene survive or eat itself alive?

Dandy Warhols, 'Odditorium or Warlords of Mars' (Capitol)

Indie rock for a corporate record chain near you.

In the 2004 documentary DIG!, Portland, Oregon's Dandy Warhols came off as cute honor-roll rockers -- a smart, practical band with pleasant demeanors and flattering haircuts -- slumming it with their scuzzy, detention-bound buddies in the Brian Jonestown Massacre. By the film's end, you know whom you'd rather be a groupie for. And shamefully, it is not the better of the bands.

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