Of course, Steve Albini was so much more than In Utero. But this is my blog and I want this post to be my memory of Nirvana's third and final studio album.
Unfortunately, it isn't pretty. It was in 2015, on a day I got censured severely by an irate Makati City executive who did not like the editing job I did for them. She angrily accused me of ruining the document, and told me I was lucky her superiors were not there or else. I remember leaving their office feeling dejected, my self-esteem in the gutters. I reckoned there must've been a big misunderstanding between instruction and execution, but what the hell. I then found myself at the now-defunct Astrovision in Glorietta where I saw a "deluxe edition" copy of In Utero. I just knew I had to buy it, even though I'm not really a big fan of deluxe editions.
Raw, brash and gritty. A big, loud "fuck you" to anything that is clean and orderly. That's In Utero for me. And I guess I have to thank Steve Albini for that. ##
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