Munchkin voices, yodeling, a meditation on sea monkeys and Paula Abdul, distracted guitar playing, a phone call for his girlfriend that interrupts a “recording session” — if that sounds compelling, Kurt Cobain’s “Montage of Heck — The Home Recordings” (Universal) is for you.
“The Home Recordings” is a companion to director Brett Morgen’s authorized Cobain documentary, “Montage of Heck.” Morgen was given access to Cobain’s massive archive, which contained about 200 hours of tape. Now, they’ve been condensed into a 13-track CD, a double vinyl album and a 31-track box set.
Those fascinated by the prospect of playing fly-on-the-wall voyeur to Cobain’s creative process may be mildly intrigued at first. By presenting Cobain in this vulnerable setting — alone, unedited and unscrutinized, his mind wandering where it will — “The Home Recordings” aims to illuminate process, the missing link between inspiration and finished recording. Cobain, Nirvana’s singer and guitarist, killed himself in 1994 at age 27, leaving behind a small but influential body of work that decades later continues to fascinate, influence and sell.
And selling seems to be the sole reason for this collection of scraps to exist. It quickly becomes apparent that most of these low-fi recordings are just Cobain goofing and daydreaming, distractedly playing his guitar and breaking into strange voices for his own amusement while sitting on the couch and watching TV (his preferred work method, as he stated in several interviews). He veers in and out of focus, his fingers wandering across the fret board.