Nirvana: In Utero

ROCK AND ROLL can be cruel. One minute you are a professional misfit, happily living out a punk-rock life of misery and alienation in an assortment of no-horse towns on the North-Western Pacific seaboard; the next you are the voice of your generation, an untouchable boy genius and global sex-god, and reporters are camped out in your dustbins. Grunge fashion is your fault, and you and your new wife and baby are notoriety's holy family. Small wonder that the overriding tone of Nirvana's In Utero (Geffen) is somewhat uneasy.