Feel your heart ache and your knees tremble, and be impressed by the quality of musicianship that can come from a skinny, formerly shaggy-headed rocker.
Euphoria Morning, with its undeniable charisma, desperation, and playfulness, is paralleled in its “solo” brilliance only by Jason Falkner and Jeff Buckley.
A diverse collection of tunes á la Scott Weiland’s underrated solo disc. While the above mentioned songs fail to grab me, there are some masterpieces here.
What a disappointment. Chris Cornell was the singer in a fine rock band. What did he do after the band broke up? He made a wimpy singer/songwritery solo album.