0702. Manic Street Preachers
The Holy Bible
Okay, I'll just have to take back something I said last time the Manics were on the list: James Dean Bradfield actually isn't such a harmless singer after all. He just needs the right circumstances to get his mojo going.
In this case it seems that mojo was lyricist and rhythm guitarist Richie Edwards' ongoing meltdown. Cause, yep, this is another one of those fatal albums - midway through touring Richie disappeared and hasn't been heard from since.
With a bit too compelling alternative rock as the setting a lot of these songs could have charted high if it wasn't for the obviously very opinionated lyrics about everything from prostitution, via our culture's fascination for serial killers, to genocide.
This is also another album that solidifies my belief in the good of bands having contact with a psychologist just to be able to get help for their crashing members.