1989. What a fucked up year that was. A bunch of metal (mostly glam/hair) acts headed to Moscow to play a giant concert. It was very dull. So much else was going on. The hair metal bands were in the process of being usurped by the super sleazy Guns N Roses, and Guns N Roses had yet to bloat into everything they originally hated. Primus was making everything weird. REM was growing into the biggest damn band in America after years of low-level obscurity.