Chris Cornell’s career has had its fair share of ups and downs.
During the late 90’s, Cornell and Soundgarden were bonafide kings of the overly commercialized Seattle grunge rock scene, but the clash of massive egos ultimately led to their demise and left their legacy forever tarnished.
Now they exist only as a cautionary tale told by parents to rebellious teenagers with a penchant for flannel shirts and Doc Martens.
The aptly titled Scream defies all logic, as each song gets exponentially worse than the last, leaving one to wonder if an album could ever be tried for human rights violations.
Cornell sets fire and then proceeds to urinate on the ashes of any fond memories you’ve had of his music on the perfect storm of awful that is opening track “Part of Me”, a Timbaland produced romp through the nine circles of Hell.
Knock, knock. Who’s there? Chris Cornell. Chris Cornell, who? Exactly.
