Just a couple months after Scott Weiland hits town to promote his latest solo vehicle, he returns with his on-again-off-again glam-grunge (glunge?) hitmakers for a run through the Zeppelin-y riffs. With two decades hindsight, STP comes off as the most enjoyable rock behemoth of the '90s, never as dour as acts like Alice in Chains or Soundgarden, or as uncrackably serious as Pearl Jam. Weiland studied a lot of Bowie, which makes the hip-shimmy strut of songs like "Vaseline" hold up better than that goddam dirge about stealing bread.
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