The zeitgeist had spoken; the world’s biggest rock stars had been dethroned by their antithesis, almost as quickly as they were crowned themselves. Nirvana would soon deal with their own internal chaos and follow-up angst, but their Alternative Nation regime change was irreversible, popularizing thrift store aesthetics and progressive attitudes that were a direct rejection of GnR’s biker bar worldview. The band laid low, as much as any multiplatinum concern could, and treaded water with 1993’s covers compilation “The Spaghetti Incident?”but their days of moving the cultural needle were behind them. Once they reconvened to start a new chapter the following year, Axl’s creative whims—by then industrial and loop-based—would drastically alienate his remaining bandmates. “He had a vision that GnR should change,” said Geffen A&R Tom Zutaut, “and Slash had an attitude that Guns N’ Roses were Guns N’ Fucking Roses.” Unstoppable force meets immovable object, roll credits.
For the next two decades, everyone went their separate ways. Slash toured solo, collected snakes and pinball machines, and served as the public face of “rock” while dropping licks at award shows; Duff wrote books and started a wealth management firm for musicians. For a brief period, the two linked back up with Sorum and erstwhile Stone Temple Pilots frontman Scott Weiland in the ill-fated supergroup Velvet Revolverwhile Axl soldiered on with a quixotic new “Guns N’ Roses” best remembered for braids, Bucketheadand the multi-year vision quest that was Chinese Democracy, still the most expensive rock album ever recorded.
Then in 2016, with great fanfare but little explanation, Axl, Slash, and Duff reunited to headline Coachella and embark on the Not In This Lifetime… Toursettling scores—complete with Adler drum cameo—and smashing box-office records like nothing ever changed. As of now, the “classic” trio is still at it, selling out sports complexes around the world. Reviews may be mixed, but crowds seem happy; hearing “Estranged” ring off at maximum volume in a soccer stadium tends to have that effect.
That the profoundly volatile Guns N’ Roses simply exist is perhaps the most surprising possible outcome. Their double-stuffed Illusion both predated the playlist era and predicted the album-as-data dump; even without new music, the band has 30 million monthly Spotify listeners, more than Bon Jovi or Metallica (Nirvana has 31 million). Eric Weisbard’s 33 1/3rd book calls GnR’s two LPs our “last great moment for tyrannosaurus rock,” which, on a chronological level, is fair. But in 2024, you can cop GnR baby onesies at Target next to neon Nevermind smiley tees, both denuded from all meaning other than “shirt.”
On a long enough timeline, everything will fossilize, and the chief T-rex saw it coming. “Time is short/Your life’s your own/In the end we’re just dust n’ bones/And that’s alright.” Tastes change, perspectives evolve, but GnR’s rebellious, unsanitized id still resonates. Use Your Illusion is both a testament to the band’s excesses and an attempt to exorcize the forces that brought them there; its pomp does not make its existential bent less sincere, no matter if the band would rather hang with Traci Lords than Tobi Vail. If you want to gaze into the abyss with them—or simply tap back in for another primal, hyper-melodic scream—these two volumes will perennially have you covered. It’s always showtime somewhere.
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