This is like a topsy-turvy way of where I ended up.
I was at both the Bleach & Nevermind gigs (Leeds & Reading) but long before Incesticide came out I'd picked up a bootleg LP called Wipeout (the only record that's ever been stolen from me, after a drunken party in my first year of college!). It had a few of the songs that ended up on Incesticide, maybe different versions. I can't remember.
The D7 version on that bootleg is still one of my favourite songs they recorded, along with Molly's Lips & Son Of A Gun - all covers! For me this was the high point of my Nirvana love affair.
( For the record, School is still the best song Nirvana ever wrote )
By the time Incesticide came out I was super-jaded. I'd come back from the '92 Reading Festival, having watched them towards the back of a HUGE crowd. I had no desire to muscle through to the front. Nothing like the year before!! (OK, the video footage of that '92 gig has become legendary but if they'd filmed '91 with the same attention & clarity it'd be just as, probably even more iconic).
Here's where my own selfishness kicked in. I'd followed these guys from very early on, watched them grow, been part of a clan & then had it somehow taken away from me. Diluted. Turned mainstream. It felt so wrong, which is probably textbook teenage angst.
By the time In Utero came out I'd almost lost interest completely. Years on it's still the album I've heard the least (even though Radio Friendly Unit Shifter is a fantastic track!)