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Rating: Between “No Code” and “Yield” Stone Gossard, the true workhorse of the Vedder & Co. army, treats himself to another parallel discographic release. Three years later, he gathers the members of the Brad project and crosses the studio threshold between December '96 and January '97 in Seattle, whose gloomy and snowy sky (strangely) does not seem to inspire negative and nihilistic feelings.
“Interiors” includes a handful of pleasant and sunny tracks, almost carefree. A sort of spring revue for which Gossard cleans the grime of the debut “Shame” and seems to offer a pristine sound, almost too enticingly geared towards certain catchy and radio-friendly themes: it’s impossible not to notice this in “Secret Girl,” perfectly radio-friendly with an almost irritating chorus, “I Don’t Know” with its lilting rhythm, the successful formula of “The Day Brings” (the launch single), but already overused in previous and subsequent years, “Circles & Lines” incredibly catchy yet lacking punch, or in “Candles,” where Gossard mischievously shamelessly revives Pearl Jam. That’s not all; adding a bit of ballast to the otherwise lightly soaring album is the (not too) concentrated grime of “Funeral Song” and “Sweet Al George.”
The album fully reaches adequacy, but the content, too polished and lubricated, slips away and leaves no trace. It’s a pity, because the tracks “Upon my Shoulders,” “Those Three Words,” and “Some Never Come Home” incite the brain to act wildly and impulsively, to run to the record store next door or frantically find the PayPal password.
Tracklist and Lyrics
03 Lift (04:39)
Hey kids, get your gear
This is your vacation
Climb aboard this yellow bus
To your destination
Hey lift man, lift me up!
It's an occupation
And I wanna have a good time
At Alpintol, the skiings all at night
With alcohol, your dreams are all in white
Like Idaho
The wintertime you felt was yours to live
You felt was yours to live
The one good time you felt was yours to to live
Silver streaks mark our tracks
A million miles on empty
Brown baggin from our packs
Can I get some gin please
Double Diamond is way too rough
It's an outside regulation
'Cause I wanna have a good time
At Alpintol, the skiings all at night
With alcohol, your dreams are all in white
Like Idaho
The wintertime you felt was yours to live
You felt was yours to live
The one good time you felt was yours
05 Upon My Shoulders (04:37)
Lay your head upon my shoulder
Somehow I feel obliged
And I've never offered
This kind of art
And love is appearance of justice and
Harmony will come
It will be much brighter
Will I see you in the fall
Love is appearance of Justice and
Harmony will come
Love is appearance of Justice and
Harmony will come
I will adore your eyes...
11 Those Three Words (05:38)
I could have written a story
Out of those three words
But as it stands
My organ's pumping notes
To the skill of your smile
All the while I ask for flowers
To be placed by your cheek
So the mornin' is sweet
The pleasure is close
Tick tick tick tick my dear
Can't you see?
I could have written a story
Out of I love you
I could have given
I could have given something new
But as it stands
My organ's humpin somethin' old
And all the while I ask for flowers to be
Placed by your cheek
So the mornin is sweet...
Somehow
From beginning to end
Is right here
Holding your hand
And shining your shoes
And pouring the wine
And lately, seems like everything
I'm a slave, I'm a master
And sometimes my heart, and sometimes my soul
And sometimes my fingers walk round my eyes
And precious thoughts, and diamond dreams
Somehow, from beginning to end
Is right here holding your hand
(Wednesday will come)
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