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By the mid-'80s, the kids who'd invented hard-core punk were getting a little older and a bit tired of kicking out the same loud, brash, 30-second jams. Some turned to jazz, others to '60s psychedelia. But many, including the Meat Puppets -- shaggy noisemakers from Phoenix, Arizona -- turned to country. Or, to put it more accurately, they settled a country all their own. Fronted by the Kirkwood brothers, guitarist Curt and bassist Cris -- who'd raised each other on a steady diet of banjo pickin' and THC abusin' -- the Pups perfected a jangly, whimsical sloppiness. Released in 1984, Meat Puppets II is where Black Flag meets the Grateful Dead. Gorgeous acoustic guitars weave in and out of gentle distortion while Curt and Cris giddily wander the desert, stumbling after sunsets and mumbling lines like "I'm gettin' tired of living Nixon's mess." This is one of the prettiest albums of the '80s. A decade later, Kurt Cobain would wander his way through three of this album's best songs on Nirvana's MTV Unplugged in New York. But in 1984 this strange, infectious record was as distant from the mainstream as the Arizona desert is from Madagascar, which is probably why it feels so free. Jon Dolan, Barnes & Noble