Grunge was the Stone Temple Pilots' stock-in-trade on their first two albums, but Tiny Music takes the group beyond such stylistic limitations. There's still plenty of grinding, metallic alt-rock here, thanks to Pop's Love Suicide, Big Bang Baby, and Trippin' on a Hole in a Paper Heart. Lady Picture Show is a bracing blast of Beatlesesque pop, however, while And So I Know finds Weiland crooning over, of all things, cocktail jazz. The album's dozen tracks find the troubled singer musing (rather creepily) about the price of fame on Adhesive (Sell more records if I'm dead... Hope it's sooner \u002F Hope it's near corporate records' fiscal year), and not apologizing for his bad behavior (Tumble in the Rough asserts, I'm looking for a new stimulation; bet you are, Scott). But they're rock stars, not role models, and Tiny Music is STP's edgiest, most accomplished effort.