achtung baby. U2 went nutso but in a very, very primo way. (it's still my fave U2 album.)
black crowes, southern harmony and musical companion... the closest anyone has come to a sticky fingers rebirth.
gov't mule, dose. a true cranker. gimme my heavy, bluesy geetars back, thank yew.
i know scads of folk love nirvana, and their impact was rightfully huge, but pearl jam was/is the band for me. zeppish in range, and still new.
kath
whose guit-bias is readily apparent.