After the worldwide success of their debut album "Ten", Pearl Jam entered the most tumultuous phase of their career: no promotional music videos for singles, the battle against Ticketmaster started a year after this album, and the death of Kurt Cobain, an event that would irreparably influence the magnificent "Vitalogy". But between these two albums, there is "Vs.", sometimes considered a transitional work but, for me, an album on par with the band's other great records.
The structure of the songs is simple and catchy except for a couple of exceptions with a contained duration, it would almost seem like an album for extensive radio play, stadium rock, if it weren't for the dark patina that artistically invades every song. The album's impact is also aided by Brendan O'Brien's production: a direct, almost garage-like sound, damn hard and realistic; a sound that perfectly matches the themes addressed by these successful young guys.
The album opens with two breakneck tracks, but not to be dismissed and labeled as "minor"; in this album, every song has a reason to exist; "Go" and especially "Animal", with their riffs, their wild outros and those minimal lyrics that say much more than a thousand words, are a perfect prelude to the album's first masterpiece: "Daughter", a song that could be labeled as a ballad if it weren't for the fact that the acoustic and electric guitars collaborate to create an unsettling, annihilating sound, taking us into another story of ordinary despair in any American town. The way Vedder treats the protagonist of this song is compassionate and angry, giving voice to all his sadness and insecurities. The album continues with an ironic attack on American rednecks, "Glorified G.", perhaps the most carefree track on the album in style and for its irony. "Dissident" is a beautiful moment of reflection to calm down and think about the dilemmas of existence, the choices that influence every moment of ours and the evils we still have to face, it doesn't matter which path we take, one cannot completely escape from the evil of existence; the melody, screamed by the guitars and Vedder's voice, has a great emotional crescendo, blending wonderfully into the album's second masterpiece (a very personal judgment): "W.M.A.", six minutes of an unwavering bass line, Abruzzese's drumming that hammers almost as if it were a voodoo ritual, Vedder's floating voice, and that damned text: a perfect attack on the average American, "he won the lottery by being born, big hand slapped a white male American. Do no wrong, so clean cut, dirty his hands, it comes right off.", a dark and funky psychedelic trip, a perfect interlude for the album. We return to the cold winter asphalt, the season suggested by the album cover, in the hardest possible way: "Blood", a track reminiscent of certain near-heart attack outbursts of Nirvana, a pounding, relentless stride that, as the booklet suggests, speaks of a heroin addict, the examination of American ills continues. And we enter another visceral masterpiece, reminiscent of certain emocore tracks of the era, a jewel of emotions with a punk heart: "Rearviewmirror", a simple riff, a story of escaping one's skeletons in the closet, an epic comeback against life. "Rats" is a pleasant sarcastic piece, pure rock alchemy, before letting us listen to my favorite song of the group: "Small Town", a simple acoustic ballad, six chords coming from Gossard's acoustic guitar, Vedder's full voice, and some sweet riffs from McCready, simplicity wins and the masterpiece is made, a poignant portrait of another ordinary life that suddenly finds its memories waiting and overwhelming him in a whirlwind of emotions and regrets, a song that cannot be described because of how perfect it is in its simplicity. "Leash" is another pure rock 'n roll track that I personally have never adored, but the album's conclusion raises the bar: "Indifference", a typical Pearl Jam track, a warm and sinuous down-tempo, which for its calm and keyboard notes, reminds me of some Doors pieces, a very fitting conclusion.
I know that track-by-track is not very well-regarded, but I wanted to highlight everything I think about this album, I do not consider myself a Pearl Jam fanboy but faced with certain works a piece of heart breaks, and inevitably subjectivity and personal thoughts triumph over the rest. A note of merit also goes to the beautiful booklet, with its sparse and dark style, with sketched images and photos of cold and desolate landscapes.
Tracklist Lyrics Samples and Videos
01 Go (03:12)
Oh, please, don't go out on me, don't go on me now.
Never acted up before, don't go on me now.
I swear I never took it for granted, just thought of it now.
Suppose I abused you, just passing it on.
Go...
Fuck...
Once fastened, servile.
Now you're getting sharp.
Moving oh so swiftly with such disarm.
I pulled the covers over him, should've pulled the alarm.
Turned to my nemesis, a full-on-fucking god.
No...
Time...
Suck...
My...
Please don't go on me.
Don't go on me.
Don't go on me.
Don't go on me.
Don't go on me.
Please...
Oh...
Suck...
Blood...
Touch...
Please...
Tunnel vision...
Tuck...
Time...
See...
Please, please, please...
Don't go on me.
Don't go on me.
Don't go on me.
Don't go on me.
Please, don't you want me?
Don't go on me.
Please, don't go on me.
02 Animal (02:49)
One, two, three, four, five against one.
Five, five, against one.
Said one, two, three, four, five against one.
Five, five, five, five, five against one.
Torture from you to me.
Abducted from the street.
I'd rather be...
I'd rather be with...
I'd rather be with an animal.
Why would you wanna hurt me?
Oh, so frightened of your pain.
I'd rather be...
I'd rather be with...
I'd rather be with an animal.
I'd rather be...
I'd rather be...
I'd rather be with...
I'd rather be with an animal.
I'd rather be...
I'd rather be with...
I'd rather be with an animal.
I'd rather be...
I'd rather be...
I'd rather be with...
I'd rather be with an animal.
Said one, two, three, four, five against one.
Five, five, five, five, five against one.
One, two, three, four, five against one.
Five, five, five, five, five against one.
03 Daughter (03:55)
Alone, listless, breakfast table in an otherwise empty room.
Young girl, violence, center of her own attention.
Mother reads aloud, child tries to understand it, tries to make her proud.
The shades go down inside her head.
Painted room, can't deny there's something wrong.
Don't call me daughter, not fit to.
The picture kept will remind me.
Don't call me daughter, not fit to.
The picture kept will remind me.
Don't call me...
She holds the hand that holds her down.
She will rise above.
Don't call me daughter, not fit to.
The picture kept will remind me.
Don't call me daughter, not fit to.
The picture kept will remind me.
Don't call me daughter, not fit to.
The picture kept will remind me.
Don't call me daughter, not fit to.
The picture kept will remind me.
Don't call me...
The shades go down...
The shades go down...
The shades go...
Go...
04 Glorified G (03:26)
Got a gun, fact I got two
That's O.K. man, cuz I love god
Glorified version of a pellet gun
Feels so manly, when armed
Glorified version of a pellet gun (4x)
Double think, dumb is strength
Never shot at a living thing
Glorified version of a pellet gun
Feels so manly, when armed
Glorified version of a pellet gun (3x)
Glorified version of a...
Always keep it loaded (3x)
Kindred to be an American...
Life comes...I can feel your heart...
Ooh...life comes...I can feel your heart through your neck...
Life comes...I can feel your heart through your neck...
Like some...I can steal your heart form your neck...
Glorified...glorified...
05 Dissident (03:35)
She nursed him there, ooh, over a night.
I wasn't so sure she wanted him to stay.
What to say?
What to say?
But soon she was down.
Soon he was low.
At a quarter past, a holy no.
She had to turn around.
When she couldn't hold, oh, she folded.
A dissident is here.
Escape is never the safest path.
Oh, a dissidence.
A dissident is here.
And to this day she's glided on.
Always home but so far away.
Like a word misplaced.
Nothing said, what a waste.
But when she had contact with the conflict.
There was meaning but she sold him to the state.
She had to turn around.
When she couldn't hold, she folded.
A dissident is here.
Escape is never the safest path.
Oh, a dissidence.
A dissident is here.
Oh, oh, oh.
She gave him away when she couldn't hold.
No, she folded.
A dissident is here.
Escape is never the safest path.
Oh, a dissident, a dissident is here.
Oh, couldn't hold on.
She couldn't hold.
No, she folded.
A dissident is here.
Escape is never the safest place.
Oh, A dissident is here.
06 W.M.A. (05:59)
He won the lottery when he was born.
Took his mother's white breast to his tongue.
Trained like dogs, color and smell.
Walks by me to get to him.
Police man, police man.
He won the lottery by being born.
Big hand slapped a white male American.
Do no wrong, so clean cut.
Dirty his hands, it comes right off.
Police man, police man.
Police stopped my brother again.
Police stopped my brother again.
Police stopped my brother again.
Police man, police man.
Jesus greets me, looks just like me.
Do no wrong, so clean cut.
Dirty his hands, it comes right off.
Police man.
Police man.
Police man.
Police stopped my brother again.
Police stopped my brother again.
Police stopped my brother again.
Police man, police man.
Police stopped my brother again.
Police stopped my brother again.
Police man.
Police man.
Police man.
All my pieces set me free...
Human devices set me free...
All my pieces set me free...
All my pieces set me free...
Human devices set me free...
Human devices set me free...
All my pieces set me free...
All my pieces set me free...
Human devices set me free...
Human devices set me free...
07 Blood (02:50)
Spin me round.
Roll me over.
Fucking circus.
Stab it down.
One way needle.
Pulled so slowly.
Drains and spills.
Soaks the pages.
Fills their sponges.
It's my blood.
It's my blood.
Paint Ed big.
Turn Ed into one of his enemies.
It's my blood.
It's my blood.
It's my blood.
Stab it down.
Fill the pages.
Suck my blood dry.
Maker of my enemies.
Take my...
Why, why, why, why, why, why?
Rats.
08 Rearviewmirror (04:44)
I took a drive today.
Time to emancipate.
I guess it was the beatings, made me wise.
But I’m not about to give thanks, or apologize
I couldn’t breathe, holding me down.
Hand on my face, pushed to the ground.
Enmity gauged, united by fear.
Forced to endure what I could not forgive.
I seem to look away.
Wounds in the mirror waved.
It wasn’t my surface most defiled.
Head at your feet, fool to your crown.
Fist on my plate, swallowed it down.
Enmity gauged, united by fear.
Tried to endure what I could not forgive.
Saw things...
Saw things...
Saw things...
Saw things...
Clearer...
Clearer...
Once you were in my rear view mirror.
I gather speed from you, fucking with me.
Once and for all, I'm far away.
I hardly believe, finally the shades are raised.
Hey, yeah.
Saw things so much clearer.
Once you, once you...
Rear view mirror.
Saw things so much clearer.
Once you, once you...
Rear view mirror.
Saw things so much clearer.
Once you, once you...
Rear view mirror.
Saw things so much clearer.
Once you...
Oh yeah...
09 Rats (04:15)
They don't eat, don't sleep, they don't feed, they don't seethe.
Bare their gums when they moan and squeak.
Lick the dirt off a larger one's feet.
They don't push, don't crowd.
Congregate until they're much too loud.
Fuck to procreate till they are dead.
Drink the blood of their so-called best friend.
They don't scurry when something bigger comes their way.
Don't pack themselves together and run as one.
Don't shit where they're not supposed to.
Don't take what's not theirs, they don't compare.
They don't scam, don't fight.
Don't oppress an equals given rights.
Starve the poor so they can be well-fed.
Line their holes with the dead one's bread.
They don't scurry when something bigger comes their way.
Don't pack themselves together and run as one.
Don't shit where they're not supposed to.
Don't take what's not theirs, they don't compare.
They don't scurry when something bigger comes their way.
Don't pack themselves together and run as one.
Don't shit where they're not supposed to.
Don't take what's not theirs, they don't compare.
Rats... they don't compare.
Rats... they don't compare.
Ben, the two of us need look no more.
Ben, the two of us need look no more.
Ben, the two of us need look no more.
Ben, the two of us need look no more.
Ben, the two of us need look no more.
Ben, the two of us need look no more.
10 Elderly Woman Behind the Counter in a Small Town (03:15)
I seem to recognize your face.
Haunting, familiar, yet I can't seem to place it.
Cannot find the candle of thought to light your name.
Lifetimes are catching up with me.
All these changes taking place,
I wish I'd seen the place, but no one's ever taken me.
Hearts and thoughts they fade, fade away...
Hearts and thoughts they fade, fade away...
I swear I recognize your breath.
Memories like fingerprints are slowly raising.
Me you wouldn't recall, for I'm not my former.
It's hard when you're stuck upon the shelf.
I changed by not changing at all, small town predicts my fate.
Perhaps that's what no one wants to see.
I just wanna scream hello.
My god, it's been so long, never dreamed you'd return.
But now here you are, and here I am.
Hearts and thoughts they fade away.
Hearts and thoughts they fade, fade away...
Hearts and thoughts they fade, fade away...
Hearts and thoughts they fade away...
Hearts and thoughts they fade, fade away...
Hearts and thoughts they fade, fade away...
Hearts and thoughts they fade, fade away...
Hearts and thoughts they fade...
11 Leash (03:09)
Troubled souls unite, we got ourselves tonight.
I am fuel, you are friends, we got the means to make amends.
I am lost, I'm no guide, but I'm by your side.
I am right by your side.
Young lover, I stand.
It was their idea, I proved to be a man.
Take my fucking hand.
It was their idea, I proved to be a man.
Will myself to find a home, a home within myself.
We will find a way, we will find our place.
Drop the leash, drop the leash...
Get outta' my fuckin' face.
Drop the leash, drop the leash...
Get outta' my fuckin' face.
Drop the leash, drop the leash
Get outta' my fucking face.
Drop the leash, we are young.
Drop the leash, drop the leash.
Oh, get outta' my fuckin' face...
Drop the leash, drop the leash...
Get outta' my, my...
Delight, delight, delight in our youth...
Get outta' my fuckin' face...
12 Indifference (05:02)
I will light a match this morning so I won't be alone.
Watch as she lies silent for soon light will be gone.
Oh, I will stand arms outstretched, pretend I'm free to roam.
Oh, I will make my way through one more day in Hell.
How much difference does it make?
How much difference does it make?
I will hold the candle until it burns up my arm.
Oh, I'll keep taking punches until their will grows tired.
Oh, I will stare the sun down until my eyes go blind.
Hey, I won't change direction and I won't change my mind.
How much difference does it make?
How much difference does it make?
I'll swallow poison until I grow immune.
I will scream my lungs out till it fills this room.
How much difference?
How much difference?
How much difference does it make?
How much difference does it make?
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