The basic tracks were recorded in two weeks; nearly all of Kurt Cobain's vocals were whipped down on tape in seven hours. If In Utero is a record born of great crisis — mostly Cobain's personal war with overwhelming good fortune — it was made with concentrated purpose. Steve Albini's corrosion-is-bliss production does not flatter songs of tempered, layered drama such as "Pennyroyal Tea" (Cobain's definitive performance is on Unplugged). But Albini's harsh touch was perfect for the extremism Cobain had already written into the soaked-in-lye cannonballs "Serve the Servants," "Scentless Apprentice" and "Very Ape." In the sun-dappled, cello-garnished sadness of "All Apologies" and "Dumb," Cobain was also upfront about his oversize needs and diminished expectations for fulfillment. He ultimately proved incapable of pulling himself out of that funk; instead, he made fine, furious art from it.