There’s something otherworldly about this one. Layne Staley, at the edge of his life, gives a performance that feels more like a spiritual reckoning than a concert. His vocals, strained, cracked, but unwavering, carry immense weight, especially on tracks like “Nutshell” and “Rooster.” There’s beauty in his weakness, a tragic grace that elevates every word. The band, tight and perfectly locked in, creates a hypnotic, doomy atmosphere even with acoustic instruments. Their chemistry is unreal, more fluid, more ghostly than Nirvana’s, and the set feels like a final message from a band who knew their end was near. It’s haunting, deeply emotional, and, in your words, like a man singing at his own funeral. Arguably the greatest live performance ever recorded.