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So I’ve been listening to Guns ‘N’ Roses Appetite For Destruction this week since it’s one of like five cassettes in my car (yeh, I still rock cassettes). And everytime I have a G’N’R week, it occurs to me to make a note of how Axl and Slash duke it out at the end of the song to see who gets in the last note. Slash will be rocking along through what seems like his tenth guitar solo of a song during the outro and Axl will be shrieking along “sweet chi-i-yild, sweet chi-i-yild” and just when the drums end and Slash pulls one more wheer on the Les Paul thinking he’s finally won, Axl gives it a “Yowza!”

Chuck Klosterman goes on a large rant in Fargo Rock City about Appetite vs. Nirvana’s Nevermind and I completely agree that Appetite is the superior album.

In fact, though at 18 or 19 I would have insisted that Nevermind meant more to me than Appetite, I now know that Appetite means more. I haven’t listened to Nevermind in maybe seven or eight years or more. And I have no desire to. But I listen to Appetite monthly.

Though I skip “Think About You.”