Although widely associated with grunge music, the band's sound incorporates heavy metal elements. Since its formation, Alice in Chains has released five studio albums, three EPs, three live albums, four compilations, two DVDs, 31 music videos and 29 singles. The band is known for its distinctive vocal style, which often included the harmonized vocals between Staley and Cantrell (and later between Cantrell and William DuVall). Cantrell started to sing lead vocals on the 1992 acoustic EP Sap, and his role continued to grow in the following albums, making Alice in Chains a two-vocal band.
Alice in Chains rose to international fame as part of the grunge movement of the early 1990s, along with other Seattle bands such as Nirvana, Pearl Jam, and Soundgarden. The band was one of the most successful music acts of the 1990s, selling over 20 million records worldwide, and over 14 million records in the US alone, with two No. 1 albums and six Top 10 albums on the Billboard 200 chart. The band has had 16 Top 10 songs on Billboard's Mainstream Rock Tracks chart, 5 No. 1 hits, and nine Grammy Award nominations. Their debut album, Facelift, featuring the hit single "Man In The Box", was released in 1990 and has been certified double-platinum by the RIAA, selling over two million copies. In 1992, the band's second album, Dirt, was released to critical acclaim and was certified quadruple platinum. Their second acoustic EP, Jar of Flies, debuted at No. 1 on the Billboard 200 chart in 1994, becoming the first ever EP and first Alice in Chains release to top the charts, and it has been certified triple platinum by the RIAA. The band's third album, Alice in Chains debuted at No. 1 on the Billboard 200 in 1995 and has been certified double platinum.
Although never officially disbanding, Alice in Chains was plagued by extended inactivity from 1996 onwards due to Staley's substance abuse, which resulted in his death in 2002. The band reunited in 2005 for a live benefit show, performing with a number of guest vocalists. They toured in 2006, with William DuVall taking over as lead vocalist full-time. The new line-up released the band's fourth studio album, Black Gives Way to Blue, in 2009, which received gold certification by the RIAA and two Grammy nominations. Their fifth studio album, The Devil Put Dinosaurs Here, was released in 2013 and debuted at No. 2 on the Billboard 200. The band toured extensively and released several videos in support of these albums.
Their sixth studio album, Rainier Fog, would be released in 2018, through BMG records, making it their first big release on the new label. Rainier Fog would end up debuting at No. 12 on the Billboard 200, making it yet another powerful addition to the band's already impressive discography.
Although Alice in Chains has been labeled grunge by the mainstream media, Jerry Cantrell identifies the band as primarily heavy metal. He told Guitar World in 1996, "We're a lot of different things ... I don't quite know what the mixture is, but there's definitely metal, blues, rock and roll, maybe a touch of punk. The metal part will never leave, and I never want it to". The Edmonton Journal has stated, "Living and playing in Seattle might have got them the grunge tag, but they've always pretty much been a classic metal band to the core."
Over the course of their career, the band's sound has also been described as alternative metal, sludge metal, doom metal,drone rock, hard rock, and alternative rock. Regarding the band's constant categorization by the media, Cantrell stated "When we first came out we were metal. Then we started being called alternative metal. Then grunge came out and then we were hard rock. And now, since we've started doing this again I've seen us listed as: hard rock, alternative, alternative metal and just straight metal. I walked into an HMV the other day to check out the placement and see what's on and they've got us relegated back into the metal section. Right back where we started!". Drummer Sean Kinney rejects the grunge label, stating in a 2013 interview "I mean, before we first came out there was no grunge, they hadnât invented that word. Before they invented the word grunge we were alternative rock and alternative metal and metal and rock, and we didnât give a shit whatever, we were a rock and roll band!". According to Mike Inez, they were always the metal stepchildren of the Seattle scene.
Jerry Cantrell's guitar style combines "pummeling riffs and expansive guitar textures" to create "slow, brooding minor-key grinds". He is also recognized for his natural ability to blend acoustic and electric guitars. While down-tuned, distorted guitars mixed with Staley's distinctive "snarl-to-a-scream" vocals appealed to heavy metal fans, the band also had "a sense of melody that was undeniable", which introduced Alice in Chains to a much wider audience outside of the heavy metal underground.
According to Stephen Thomas Erlewine of AllMusic, Alice in Chains' sound has a "Black Sabbath-style riffing and an unconventional vocal style". The band has been described by Erlewine as "hard enough for metal fans, yet their dark subject matter and punky attack placed them among the front ranks of the Seattle-based grunge bands". Three of the band's releases feature acoustic music, and while the band initially kept these releases separate, Alice in Chains' self-titled album combined the styles to form "a bleak, nihilistic sound that balanced grinding hard rock with subtly textured acoustic numbers".
Alice in Chains is also noted for the unique vocal harmonies of Staley (or DuVall) and Cantrell, which included overlapping passages, dual lead vocals, and trademark harmonies typically separated by a major third. Cantrell said it was Staley who gave him the self-assurance to sing his own songs. Alyssa Burrows said the band's distinctive sound "came from Staley's vocal style and his lyrics dealing with personal struggles and addiction". Staley's songs were often considered "dark", with themes such as drug abuse, depression, and suicide, while Cantrell's lyrics often dealt with personal relationships.
Don't Be Satisfied
Alice in Chains Lyrics
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And I in a shiny new car
Daddy's good cold fear
That I wouldn't go far
I could be a lawyer and win a case
Or be a doctor or make a decision
Taking the hollow, take it today
Take it all the way now that I want
To make it on my own i see
Don't be satisfied
Be what you wanna be, I said
Don't be satisfied be what you wanna be
Don't be satisfied
Be what you wanna be, I said
Don't be satisfied be what you wanna be
It feels better to make it big
And fall a few times to feel the pain
When I get back up on my feet again my name
Take it all the way now that I want
To make it on my own i see
Don't be satisfied
Be what you wanna be, I said
Don't be satisfied be what you wanna be
Don't be satisfied
Be what you wanna be, I said
Don't be satisfied be what you wanna be
Don't be satisfied
Be what you wanna be, I said
Don't be satisfied be what you wanna be
Don't be satisfied
Be what you wanna be, I said
Don't be satisfied be what you wanna be
Don't be satisfied
Be what you wanna be, I said
Don't be satisfied be what you wanna be
Don't be satisfied
Be what you wanna be, I said
Don't be satisfied be what you wanna be
Be what you wanna be what you wanna
Be what you wanna be
The lyrics to Alice in Chains' song "Don't Be Satisfied" speak to the desire for personal fulfillment and the pursuit of one's dreams. The song starts by setting the scene of the singer's upbringing in a middle-class family, where material possessions like a new car are valued. However, despite this comfortable upbringing, the singer's father instills a fear in them that they won't achieve success or go far in life. This fear, instead of holding them back, fuels their ambition and determination.
The singer expresses their desire to pursue different paths in life, such as becoming a lawyer or a doctor, or making important decisions. They want to take risks and embrace the challenge of starting from humble beginnings and rising to a position of wealth and success ("rags to riches"). The emphasis is on not settling for mediocrity or being content with just getting by.
The chorus repeatedly emphasizes the message of not being satisfied and instead encouraging listeners to be true to themselves and strive for what they truly want to be. It suggests that true fulfillment comes from pursuing one's passions and ambitions, even if it means facing obstacles and experiencing setbacks along the way. The lyrics convey a sense of resilience and the willingness to endure hardship to achieve personal growth and self-discovery.
Line by Line Meaning
I was raised in a middle class family
I grew up in a family with average income and social status
And I in a shiny new car
And I was provided with material wealth, like a brand new car
Daddy's good cold fear
My father's constant worry and concern
That I wouldn't go far
That I wouldn't achieve great success or reach my potential
I could be a lawyer and win a case
I have the potential to become a successful lawyer and win cases
Or be a doctor or make a decision
Or I could pursue a career in medicine or become a decision-maker
Taking the hollow, take it today
Choosing the superficial, empty path and taking action immediately
I wanna go rags to riches
I desire to go from poverty to extreme wealth and success
Take it all the way now that I want
Fully commit and give my all to achieving my desires
To make it on my own i see
To achieve success independently, without relying on anyone else
Don't be satisfied
Don't settle for mediocrity or contentment
Be what you wanna be, I said
Pursue and become what you truly desire to be
It feels better to make it big
Experiencing great success and accomplishment brings greater satisfaction
And fall a few times to feel the pain
Experiencing failure and pain can be necessary in order to learn and grow
When I get back up on my feet again my name
When I recover and regain my success, my reputation and identity will be reinforced
Be what you wanna be what you wanna
Strive to become exactly what you desire to be
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
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hobbicles28
âAlice in chainsâ, has a special meaning to me, and if you read further you can discover why.
During the 90s, I lived in a drug treatment facility.
Imagine, being frightened and alone, an to get away from the pain, fear and boredom, during down time and at bed time, you listen to Alice In Chains (AIC) entire Dirt tape, on a cracked an busted, intermittently working, yellow an black walkman.
The walkman had an odd feature, some said an electronic ghost, that would visit it to cause parts of a song to sometimes repeat almost like the song itself is haunted.
The songs on âDirtâ reverberated through your bones and flesh, as you sat in the bottom of your closet.
You hide in this closet, a closet so small you had to curl in a ball when the compulsion to shoot the junk your friend snuck in earlier reached a crescendo.
The voices in your head, reached the threshold, and they told you that shooting will change everything.
That paradise is within your reach and the voices would not cease their screams until the needle hit your veins.
Now you had run out of arm veins to shoot, but you needed to shoot a speedball to stop the pain, shakes, paranoia, hallucinations of ghosts, an death all around you, and the constant nausea, so you shoot into the tops of your feet or any other place where your veins had not yet collapsed.
Luckily your roommate shot speed so he was too apathetically crazed an dazed to see you sneak into the closet, or bathroom at all hours of the night.
Now most people would be amazed at the things people snuck in, from syringes, coke and heroin to guns, knifes and, well basically if you paid enough, you could get any kind of contraband, but not you, because treatment centers were now your reality and you knew all there was to know about your home.
Now on the last day of treatment you overdosed.
You found the last place you would ever shoot into.
The femoral artery.
The song, "Dirt", was playing on repeat. And as you accidentally slid the needle into your femoral artery, the haunted walkman shorted out repeating this part of the song âkill me And dig me under, I wanna live no moreâ as if the electronic ghost knew the reasons you shot up.
When your femoral artery was hit, the syringe began filling with a frothy bright crimson liquid, and by the time the paramedics arrived, your breathing had stopped.
On the way to the hospital you slipped into a coma, never to awaken.
Because you died, you are currently having your flesh torn asunder with meat hooks while being anally rape with a ten foot long steely dan, thatâs has a neatly wrapped bow of razor wire.
During the brief rest period, they clean up the thick, sticky, putrid smelling, crimson liquid pouring from every bodily orifice and then it's back to eternal torture.
You'd like to think if things turned out differently an that if you were still among the living, you would still be listening to AIC, an writing this story on your iphone rather than being eternally tortured and dreaming youâre among the living, an writing this story, but this is reality not fantasy and your torture is on a never ending rinse cycle.
Remember, Heaven ainât so bad, but the fire can get annoying.
This story is dedicated to the late Sam S, a friend I met in treatment during the early 90s. Retelling his story is cathartic so I do it often.
K. R.
A good night, the best in a long time
A new friend turned me on to an old favorite
Nothing better than a dealer who's high
Be high, convince them to buy
What's my drug of choice?
Well, what have you got?
I don't go broke
And I do it a lot
Seems so sick to the hypocrite norm
Running their boring drills
But we are an elite race of our own
The stoners, junkies, and freaks
Are you happy?
I am, man
Content and fully aware
Money, status, nothing to me
Because your life's empty and bare
What's my drug of choice?
Well, what have you got?
I don't go broke
And I do it a lot
I do it a lot
Yeah
Yeah
You can't understand a user's mind
But try, with your books and degrees
If you let yourself go and opened your mind
I'll bet you'd be doing like me and it isn't so bad
What's my drug of choice?
Well, what have you got?
I don't go broke
And I do it a lot, said I do it a lot
I do it a lot
I do it a lot, said I do it a lot
Vince Hurley
"You can't understand a user's mind
If you let yourself go and opened your mind
But try with your books and degrees
I'll bet you'd be doing like me"
Should read-
"You can't understand a user's mind
But try with your books and degrees
If you let yourself go and opened your mind
I'll bet you'd be doing like me"
hobbicles28
âAlice in chainsâ, has a special meaning to me, and if you read further you can discover why.
During the 90s, I lived in a drug treatment facility.
Imagine, being frightened and alone, an to get away from the pain, fear and boredom, during down time and at bed time, you listen to Alice In Chains (AIC) entire Dirt tape, on a cracked an busted, intermittently working, yellow an black walkman.
The walkman had an odd feature, some said an electronic ghost, that would visit it to cause parts of a song to sometimes repeat almost like the song itself is haunted.
The songs on âDirtâ reverberated through your bones and flesh, as you sat in the bottom of your closet.
You hide in this closet, a closet so small you had to curl in a ball when the compulsion to shoot the junk your friend snuck in earlier reached a crescendo.
The voices in your head, reached the threshold, and they told you that shooting will change everything.
That paradise is within your reach and the voices would not cease their screams until the needle hit your veins.
Now you had run out of arm veins to shoot, but you needed to shoot a speedball to stop the pain, shakes, paranoia, hallucinations of ghosts, an death all around you, and the constant nausea, so you shoot into the tops of your feet or any other place where your veins had not yet collapsed.
Luckily your roommate shot speed so he was too apathetically crazed an dazed to see you sneak into the closet, or bathroom at all hours of the night.
Now most people would be amazed at the things people snuck in, from syringes, coke and heroin to guns, knifes and, well basically if you paid enough, you could get any kind of contraband, but not you, because treatment centers were now your reality and you knew all there was to know about your home.
Now on the last day of treatment you overdosed.
You found the last place you would ever shoot into.
The femoral artery.
The song, "Dirt", was playing on repeat. And as you accidentally slid the needle into your femoral artery, the haunted walkman shorted out repeating this part of the song âkill me And dig me under, I wanna live no moreâ as if the electronic ghost knew the reasons you shot up.
When your femoral artery was hit, the syringe began filling with a frothy bright crimson liquid, and by the time the paramedics arrived, your breathing had stopped.
On the way to the hospital you slipped into a coma, never to awaken.
Because you died, you are currently having your flesh torn asunder with meat hooks while being anally rape with a ten foot long steely dan, thatâs has a neatly wrapped bow of razor wire.
During the brief rest period, they clean up the thick, sticky, putrid smelling, crimson liquid pouring from every bodily orifice and then it's back to eternal torture.
You'd like to think if things turned out differently an that if you were still among the living, you would still be listening to AIC, an writing this story on your iphone rather than being eternally tortured and dreaming youâre among the living, an writing this story, but this is reality not fantasy and your torture is on a never ending rinse cycle.
Remember, Heaven ainât so bad, but the fire can get annoying.
This story is dedicated to the late Sam S, a friend I met in treatment during the early 90s. Retelling his story is cathartic so I do it often.
Delta-9
cool story bro, except you added some didn't you. Your friend is being eternally raped in hell? How did you get that fucking information? Through the haunted walkman?
Noise Pollution
If it's broke, get a new one.
Eric Melto
Another sad story. Just overdose unless you want to deal with a girl friend who took birth control and. All her hair fell out I ended up in a half way house with 8 people. 3-4 were kool. The others were off their rockers. Keep it real man. Two compulsive liars and a manic depression girl. I liked her cause she was kool almost all the time. Then she tried to kill her self. Which wasnât kool at all. I felt bad. Really bad and now she was intermingled with my only existence. Love seemed as far away as a good meal but she lived and I stayed away from her. Sorry self preservation. My best friend killed himself with purple Xanax and freezing and freezing weather. Itâs a shame cause he like to listen to music. Now the world đ s almost be with every tune you can think of. It was harder for us older folks but I wish he was around. Donât believe them when they tell you Your better off dead than alive. Ozzy reference. God lives in us. If there is a God then you are It.
Space Dementia
@Dan Savka I'm very sorry about your girl
Space Dementia
Never did heroin... have done many of its altered cousins (still on methadone to this day), and have done everything else in excess to the point of feeling this story on a visceral level. Fuck
AIC is so much more enjoyable 'sober' (and I say this as I've had a few nattie ices)
RIP, Layne đđđ
MustObeyTheRules
The vocals on this are fucking unbelievable, this song is like hypnotizing especially the chorus even when you know what he's talking about it's fucking amazing
Spitfire
More!
Stephen Watts
Yea its awsome
Judas Iscariot
The beautiful harmonies in the chorus contradict the lyric.