. . . fig. . . : Have you heard the latest Pèrl Gièm?
. . . caz. . . : No, I haven't. But a friend of mine says that. . .
The now historic Seattle band celebrates its aurea mediocritas.
A full four years after Riot Act, an album often at the bottom of the fan appreciation list among survivors of Seattle's grunge era, Vedder and company are back with an imminent self-titled album, bolstered by a brand new contract signed once more with Sony.
But in truth, in these four years, Pearl Jam has been anything but inactive: they've played all over the place except for Europe, they've released a second wave of official bootlegs of their concerts, and they've parted ways with their old record contract, celebrating a Merry Christmas with the superfluous collection of rarities Lost Dogs (which nevertheless includes some – but not all – of the best and well-known B-sides of the singles) and releasing a canonical Greatest Hits, as well as two live DVDs now on sale even in the best newsstands. One certainly can't say that Pearl Jam's marketing choices align with the grunge spirit that so much seeped and still burns in the eyes of the sensitive Eddie Vedder, who declared war on Ticketmaster, a near-monopoly ticket retailer in the United States.
With due caution - being a group that deserves respect for what they've produced at least in their first five years - we approach an initial listening of the new work, heralded as a “return to high-volume rock.” And the first listen is deceitful.
The album is well crafted, alternating moments when the band seems to be recorded live, with others where there is a pronounced and perhaps antithetical professionalism underlying the performances of the musicians, at times even reminiscent of U2. There's no glaring revolution, just better production compared to the already mentioned Riot Act. Vedder's voice, often showing signs of strain, is mixed to be particularly loud compared to the other instruments, a solution almost opposite to what was proposed during Binaural by Tchad Blake, where vocal parts were modulated at the same intensity as guitars and percussion. Some forgotten melodic openings draw some nods of approval from us, despite the impression at the end of the album that we've not heard any memorable track, just a handful of reasonably good songs crafted with wisdom, that could satisfy (or dissatisfy?) a bit of everyone, amid punk rock outbursts – actually rather unremarkable – ballads in the Lennon/McCartney style (“Parachutes,” which indeed replicates the already known “Fatal”) and a substantial abandonment of the oddities that since Vitalogy had always popped up here and there within Pearl Jam's albums.
It is probably incorrect to use the band's early albums as a benchmark, but if we don't get excited over “Comatose” or “Big Wave,” it's because they do not shine in their own light: Matt Cameron has become an inaccurate stand-in for the imaginative drummer who once composed the time signatures and structures for Soundgarden, Stone Gossard is no longer the master composer of times past, and Vedder struggles mightily to hit the higher notes, taking refuge in hoarse screams he would otherwise avoid. Listen to “Army Reverse,” and ask yourself whether that chorus, where a pleasant second voice enters in the background, needs to be so ravaged by Vedder's performance.
It's a mannerist album, and it's primarily the group's leader who disappoints. McCready has finally gained more space as a composer (thanks largely to the lack of motivation of a Gossard who is now ready for retirement), and notably pens the decent “Marker in the Sand,” a track that still vaguely recalls U2's “Mysterious Ways,” where he unveils a sharp riff and the conclusion “Inside Job,” where the guitarist revives the spirit of one of the most underrated tracks in the group's discography, “Present Tense,” from No Code. Citationism is always around the corner: “Severed Hand” too, which presents a sober funky rhythmic section, introduced by yet another homage to The Edge, brings to mind the chorus of “Insignificance.”
And despite everything, you can feel that there's at least the goodwill to try, to play as energetically as possible, and to release the remaining energy, which we hope they at least maintain live (by the way, it seems they will also participate in some festivals next season: the statements and intents after Rockslide are already on the shelf), where Pearl Jam rarely disappoint, often giving generous and rewarding concerts.
Uncle Neil Young is honored with “Wasted Reprise,” a short - frankly unnecessary - fragment of just voice accompanied by a pump organ where Eddie softly recites the chorus of the album's opening track, “Life Wasted,” recalling the times of Mirrorball.
The single “Worldwide Suicide” sounds fresh but doesn't strike a chord, having been too smoothed out in post-production: you can bet that live it could become a good number, just as “Gone” is set to worthily alternate with the very famous mainstay “Better Man.”
In conclusion, Pearl Jam's self-titled album is a return that doesn't leave a mark. These Pearl Jam are harmless, they don't give us any memorable track, but rather a carefully crafted aurea mediocritas, entirely predictable considering, from the eyes of a disillusioned fan, their undeniable artistic decline. Pearl Jam is an album that in a hypothetical ranking of the group's albums would nestle on the penultimate step downwards, just above the previous Riot Act. Or maybe not even that.
. . . fig. . . : Damn, it doesn't seem like a great purchase.
. . . caz. . . : Neither to me, in fact, I won't buy it.
. . . fig. . . : Maybe we could go see them live, right?
. . . caz. . . : At the convenient price of sixty euros, how can you say no. Also call Piersilvio, Bill, Marco, Rupert and Elizabeth. At least we'll make a group ruckus.
Tracklist Lyrics Samples and Videos
01 Hunger Strike ()
Well I don't mind stealing bread
From the mouths of decadence
But I can't feed on the powerless
When my cup's already overfilled
Yeah
But it's on the table
The fire's cooking
And they're farming babies
The slaves are all working
Blood is on the table
The mouths are all choking
But I'm goin' hungry
Yeah
I don't mind stealing bread
From the mouths of decadence
But I can't feed on the powerless
When my cup's already overfilled
But it's on the table
The fire is cooking
And they're farming babies
The slaves are all working
And it's on the table
Their mouths are all choking
But I'm going hungry (Going hungry)
I'm going hungry (Going hungry)
I'm going hungry (Going hungry)
02 I've Got a Feeling ()
I've got a feeling. A feeling deep inside oh yeah. Oh, yeah.
I've got a feeling. A feeling I can't hide oh no, no. Whoa, no.
Yeah. Yeah, I've got a feeling, yeah.
Oh please believe me. I'd hate to miss the train oh yeah. Oh,
yeah. Haha.
Ooh, and if you leave me I won't be late again no no, no. Oh,
no.
Yeah. I've got a feeling. Yeah whew ooh oh yeah.
And I don't understand how come nobody told me.
Why I'd want to sing like a Milli Vanilli?
All I ever wanted was someone who looked like you. You, oh.
I got a feeling that keeps me on my toes oh yeah yeah. Oh yeah.
Uh huh. I got a feeling. I think that everybody knows, oh yeah,
yeah. Oh yeah.
Yeah, wow I got a feeling. Yeah, whoa.
Everybody had a good year though we never saw the sunshine.
Everybody had a wet dream. Making Temple was a good time.
Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Oh yeah.
Everybody made a movie. Everybody had one line.
Everybody misses Andy. We'll be seeing him in no time.
Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Oh yeah.
Ooh, yeah. I got a feeling, yeah. Oh.
I got a feeling. A feeling deep inside oh yeah yeah. Oh yeah.
Ooh, I got a feeling. A feeling I can't hide oh no no. Oh no.
Yeah, I got a feeling. yeah yeah ah ooh yeah.
05 The Kids are Alright ()
I don't mind other guys dancing with my girl
That's fine, I know them all pretty well
But I know sometimes I must get out in the light
Better leave her behind with the kids, they're alright
The kids are alright
Sometimes, I feel I gotta get away
Bells chime, I know I gotta get away
And I know if I don't, I'll go out of my mind
Better leave her behind with the kids, they're alright
The kids are alright
I know if I go things would be a lot better for her
I had things planned, but her folks wouldn't let her
I don't mind other guys dancing with my girl
That's fine, I know them all pretty well
But I know sometimes I must get out in the light
Better leave her behind with the kids, they're alright
The kids are alright
Sometimes, I feel I gotta get away
Bells chime, I know I gotta get away
And I know if I don't, I'll go out of my mind
Better leave her behind with the kids, they're alright
The kids are alright
06 Baba O'Riley ()
Out here in the fields
I fight for my meals
I get my back into my living
I don't need to fight
To prove I'm right
I don't need to be forgiven
Don't cry
Don't raise your eye
It's only teenage wasteland
Sally, take my hand
Travel south cross land
Put out the fire
And don't look past my shoulder
The exodus is here
The happy ones are near
Let's get together
Before we get much older
Teenage wasteland
It's only teenage wasteland
Teenage wasteland
Oh, yeah
Teenage wasteland
They're all wasted!
07 Crazy Mary ()
She lived on the curve in the road
In an old tar paper shack.
On the south side of the town
On the wrong side of the tracks.
Sometimes on the way into town
We'd say, "Mama can we stop and give her a ride?"
Sometimes we did
But her hands flew from her side.
Wild eyed
Crazy Mary.
Down the long dirt road
Past the Parson's place.
That old blue car
We used to race.
Little country store with a sign tacked to the side.
Said 'NO L-O-I-T-E-R-I-N-G ALLOWED.'
Underneath that sign always congregated quite a crowd.
Take a bottle drink it down. Pass it around.
Take a bottle drink it down. Drink it... Pass it around. Pass it a...
A-take a bottle drink it down. Pass it... Pass it a... Pass it around.
One night thunder cracked.
Mercy backed outside my windowsill.
Dreamed I was flying
High above the trees, over the hills.
Looked down into the house of Mary.
Terrible thoughts, newspaper covered walls.
And Mary rising up above it all.
Oh... Oh... Oh...
Next morning on the way into town
Saw some skid marks and followed them around.
Over the curve,
Through the fields,
Into the house of Mary.
That what you fear the most could meet you halfway. (x2)
Take a bottle drink it down. Pass it around.
Take a bottle drink it down. Pass it... Pass it around. Pass it a...
Take a bottle drink it down. Pass it... Pass it a... Pass it around.
Oh, pass it a... Pass it arround. Pass it a... Pass it a... Pass it a...
Oh yeah.
08 Rockin' in the Free World ()
There are colors on the street, red, white and blue
People shufflin' their feet, people sleepin' in their shoes
But there's a warnin' sign on the road ahead
There's a lot of people sayin' we'd be better off dead
Don't feel like Satan but I'm to them
So I try to forget it anyway I can
Keep on rockin' in the free world
Keep on rockin' in the free world
Keep on rockin' in the free world
Keep on rockin' in the free world
I see a woman in the night with a baby in her hand
Under an old street light near a garbage can
Now, she's put the kid away and she's gone to get a hit
She hates her life and what she's done to it
That's one more kid that'll never go to school
Never get to fall in love, never get to be cool
Keep on rockin' in the free world
Keep on rockin' in the free world
Keep on rockin' in the free world
Keep on rockin' in the free world
We got a thousand points of light for the homeless man
We got a kindler, gentler, machine gun hand
We've got department stores and toilet paper
Got styrofoam garbage for the ozone layer
Got a man of the people says keep hope alive
Got fuel to burn, got roads to drive
Keep on rockin' in the free world
Keep on rockin' in the free world
Keep on rockin' in the free world
09 Beast of Burden ()
I'll never be your beast of burden
My back is broad, but it's a hurting
All I want, for you to make love to me
I'll never be your beast of burden
I've walked for miles, my feet are hurting
All I want, for you to make love to me
Am I hard enough?
Am I rough enough?
Am I rich enough?
I'm not too blind to see
I'll never be your beast of burden
So let's go home and draw the curtains
Music on the radio, come on baby, make sweet love to me
Am I hard enough?
Am I rough enough?
Am I rich enough?
I'm not too blind to see
Oh, little sister
Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, girls
Pretty, pretty, such a pretty, pretty, pretty girl
Come on baby please, please, please
I'll tell ya, you can put me out
On the street
Put me out
With no shoes on my feet
But, put me out, put me out
Put me out of misery
Yeah, all your sickness
I can suck it up
Throw it all at me
I'll just shrug it off
There's one thing baby
I don't understand
You keep on telling me
I ain't your kind of man
Ain't I rough enough, ooh baby?
Ain't I tough enough?
Ain't I rich enough, in love enough?
Ooh ooh
I'll never be your beast of burden
I'll never be your beast of burden
Never, never, never, never, never, never, never be
Never be your beast of burden
I've walked for miles, my feet are hurting
10 Sonic Reducer ()
I don't need anyone, don't need no mom and dad
Don't need no good advice, don't need no human rights
I got some news for you, don't even need you too
I got my time machine, got my 'lectronic dream
Sonic reducer, ain't no loser...oh...
Got a sonic reducer, sonic reducer...
People out on the streets, they don't know who I am
I watch them from my room, they are just passing by
I'm not just anyone, said I'm not just anyone
I got my time machine, got my little 'lectronic dream
Sonic reducer, ain't no loser...oh...
Sonic reducer, sonic reducer...ahhh...
I'll be your bearer soon, love on some cotton doom
Things will be different then, the sun will rise from here
Then I'll be ten feet tall, then you'll be nothing at all
I got my time machine, got my 'lectronic dream
Sonic reducer, ain't no loser...oh...
Sonic reducer, sonic reducer...oh...
Sonic reducer, sonic reducer...yeah...
Sonic reducer, sonic reducer, sonic reducer...oh...
11 Roadhouse Blues ()
Yeah!
Keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel
keep your eyes on the road, your hands upon the wheel
yeah, we're goin' to the roadhouse
we're gonna have a real
good time
Yeah, back at the roadhouse I got someone to love
yeah, back at the roadhouse I got someone to love
dance for the people
like to go down slow
Let it roll, baby, roll
let it roll, baby, roll
let it roll, baby, roll
let it roll, all night long
Do it, Robby, do it
Yau gotta roll, roll, roll
yau gotta thrill my soul, all right
roll, roll, roll, roll
thrill my soul tonight
passion lady, passion lady
give up your vows, give up your vows
save our city, save our city
right now
Well, i woke up this morning, i got myself a beer
well, i woke up this morning, and i got myself a beer
the future's uncertain, and the end is always near
Let it roll, baby, roll
let it roll, baby, roll
let it roll, baby, roll
let it roll, all night long
14 Dock of the Bay ()
Sittin' in the mornin' sun
I'll be sittin' 'till the evening's done
Watchin' the ships roll in
Then I watch 'em roll away again
Sittin' on the dock of the bay
Watchin' the tide roll away
Sittin' on the dock of the bay
Wastin' time...
I left my home in Georgia
Headed for the Frisco Bay
I've got nothin' to live for
Looks like nothing's gonna come my way,yeah...
Sittin' on the dock of the bay
Watchin' the tide roll away
Sittin' on the dock of the bay
Wastin' time...
Looks like nothing's ever gonna change
Everything still remains the same
I can't do what ten people want me to
So I guess I'll remain the same,ohh
**Sittin' here rolling my bones**
This loneliness won't leave me alone
2,000 miles I've roamed
Just to make this dock my home,yeah...
I'm sittin' on the dock of the bay
Watchin' the tide roll away
Sittin' on the dock of the bay
Wastin' time...
I left my home in Georgia
Headed for the Frisco Bay
Sittin' here restin' my bones
This loneliness won't leave me alone,yeah...
2,000 miles I've roamed
Just to make this dock my home,yeah...
Sittin' on the dock of the bay
Watchin' the tide roll away
Sittin' on the dock of the bay
Wastin' time...
17 Better Man ()
Waitin', watchin' the clock, it's four o' clock, it's got to stop.
Tell him, take no more, she practices her speech.
As he opens the door, she rolls over, pretends to sleep as he looks her over.
She lies and says she's in love with him.
Can't find a better man.
She dreams in color, she dreams in red.
Can't find a better man.
Can't find a better man.
Can't find a better man.
Ohh...
Talkin' to herself, there's no one else who needs to know...
She tells herself, oh...
Memories back when she was smooth and strong, and waiting for the world to come along.
Swears she knew it, now she swears he's gone.
and she swears he's cool.
She lies and says she's in love with him.
Can't find a better man.
She dreams in color, she dreams in red.
Can't find a better man.
She lies and says she still loves him.
Can't find a better man.
She dreams in color, she dreams in red.
Can't find a better man.
Can't find a better man.
Can't find a better man.
Can't find a better man.
Yeah...
She loved him, yeah...
She don't want to leave this way.
She feeds him, yeah...
That's why she'll be back again.
Can't find a better man.
Can't find a better man.
Can't find a better man.
Can't find a better man.
Can't find a better...man...
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