In which we trace a week where Nirvana quietly extend the Nevermind moment with Incesticide (outtakes, victory laps and all), Primal Scream attempt to stretch Screamadelica into an arena-sized endgame for striking miners, and Bob Dylan is celebrated, second-guessed and sporadically coherent at a sprawling Madison Square Garden tribute that may or may not be for him.

Elsewhere, Sinéad O’Connor collides head-on with the limits of acceptable dissent, the UK music press attempts to decide who gets to be radical (and how), and we revisit a moment where rebellion starts to look suspiciously well-behaved.

Plus: techno pagan sound systems, proto-post-rock glimpses, Madchester comedowns, and one extremely bitter letter writer.