•
Rating: 1992: inner rage, adolescent pain, chronic and cosmic pessimism. All coordinates attached to American rock of the time, all thanks to a record called "Doesn't Matter" or better known as Nevermind, but it didn't end there, the story continued for a couple more years with a number of albums becoming best-sellers and artists suddenly becoming generational spokespeople.
The merit or demerit of the STP? Just one: ending up on the bandwagon of the Grunge winners despite coming from California and hinting at artistic solutions different from the Seattle stereotype that would become evident starting with Tiny Music onwards.
End of story? No, because the usual playful press proceeded to tear apart the flesh of the newly created idols: just enough time to earn a few platinum records and the Stone were already being invited to the imposters' gallows. Great move, considering that the "Grunge" sound was becoming so widespread it led to wasted comparisons with the New Wave of the previous decade: the pop side of rock that emancipated the Independent scene, let's see...
Controversies aside, Core was a truly fitting work for that 1992: perhaps precisely the missing link between Nevermind, Ten, and Dirt. By adding the Stone's record it created a perfect quadrilateral structure: power, high-charting songs, a quiet nod to the '70s, and some Punk rants translated from Californian hardcore. Long live Core then and the roaring start Dead & Bloated: in D like many strong pieces of the Stone, fresh in delivery and debut from the same band. Freshness, that's the point, the freshness of a record that couldn't be like many others because it possessed two little pearls called Plush and Creep. The first brilliant in its presentation, a great invention by the "DeLeo masters," the second, surely, rightly depressing enough to even spark a healthy tear.
It was 1992 and it was perfectly fine, but it makes me think: isn't today's "refined" post Grunge, which juggles between filth and Nu-Metal (another modern gem) somewhat indebted to them too? Imagine that, nobody ever heard tracks like Wicked Garden (copycats! Same drum intro as In Bloom by Nirvana!) or Sin (damn, too much Alice In Chains! Yes, but those after Dirt): no, never...leave Naked Sunday alone, who would that have been copied from? Perhaps the Jane's Addiction, but I'm not so sure.
Unfortunately, the Stone, if I must criticize them, didn't highlight their passion for the Doors, which would have influenced their subsequent compositions, but I still believe that with the already mentioned tracks (listen to them carefully then draw your conclusions, I'll just say they're worth it) and those not, namely the various Sex Type Thing (damn, what a forgetfulness, that’s a 2!) Crackerman and When the River Goes, I have more or less mentioned the entire record. Were they really copycats, for sure? Well, let me say that they did it with a class few had or have.
That's all, enjoy listening and happy reflections.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
02 Sex Type Thing (03:38)
I am, I am, I am
I said I wanna get next to you
I said I'm gonna get close to you
You wouldn't want me have to hurt you too, hurt you too
I ain't, I ain't, I ain't
A buyin' into your apathy
I'm gonna learn you my philosophy
You wanna know about atrocity, atrocity
Chorus:
I know you want what's on my mind
I know you like what's on my mind
I know it eats you up inside
I know, you know, you know, you know
I am a man, a man
I'll give you something that you won't forget
I said you shouldn't have worn that dress
I said you shouldn't have worn that dress
Chorus
Here I come, I come, I come
Here I come, I come, I come
I am, I am, I am
I said I wanna get next to you
I said I'm gonna get close to you
You wouldn't want me have to hurt you too, hurt you too
Chorus x2
Here I come, I come, I come
Here I come, I come, I come
Here I come, I come, I come
Here I come, I come, I come
Here I come, I come, I come
Here I come, I come, I come
Here I come, I come, I come
Here I come, I come, I come
Here I come, I come, I come
03 Wicked Garden (04:05)
Can you see like a child?
Can you see what I want?
I wanna run through your wicked garden
Heard that's the place to find you
Cause I'm alive
So alive now
I know the darkness blinds you
Can you see without eyes?
Can you speak without lies?
I wanna drink from your naked fountain
I can drown your sorrows
I'm gonna burn
Burn you to life now
Out of the chains that bind you
Can you see just like a child?
Can you see just what I want?
Can I bring you back to life?
Are you still alive?
Burn, burn, burn
Burn your wicked garden down
Burn, burn, burn
Burn your wicked garden to the ground
Can you feel pain inside?
Can you love?
Can you cry?
I wanna run through your wicked garden
Heard that's the place to find you
But I'm alive
So alive now
I know the darkness blinds you
Can you see just like a child?
Can you see just what I want?
Can I bring you back to life?
Are you still alive?
Burn, burn, burn
Burn your wicked garden down
Burn, burn, burn
Burn your wicked garden to the ground
05 Sin (06:05)
Holywater clouds my thinking
Sinking low now
Keep on drinking
Down you go, suffer long
Down you go, sin make me strong
You control me, soul you stole, mine
Wishful thinking
Six feet under
Down you go now, suffer long
Down you go now, sin make me strong
Dead by dreaming, sleep you steal, mine
Pool of cold sweat
Hatred burns me
Down you go, suffer long
Down you go, sin make me strong
Holywater clouds my thinking
Sinking low now
Keep on drinking
Feel what were my eyes
Sink into the holes in my eyes
My sins have made me blind
Sink into the holes in my eyes
Still shackled to the shadow
Still shackled to the shadow
That followed you...
06 Naked Sunday (03:49)
You're the fuel to the fire
You're the weapons of war
You're the irony of justice
And the father of law
I've been waiting for awhile to meet you
For the chance to shake your hand
To give you thanks for all the suffering you command
And when all is over and we return to dust
Who will be my judge and which one do I trust?
Angst...
You're the champion of sorrow
You're the love and the pain
You're the fighter of evil
Yet you're one and the same
Been waiting while to meet you
For the chance to shake your hand
To give you thanks for all the suffering you command
And when all is over and we return to dust
Who will be my judge and which one do I trust?
Angst...
07 Creep (05:32)
Forward yesterday
Makes me wanna stay
What they said was real
Makes me wanna steal
Livin' under house
Guess I'm livin', I'm a mouse
All's I gots is time
Got no meaning, just a rhyme
Take time with a wounded hand
'Cause it likes to heal
Take time with a wounded hand
'Cause I like to steal
Take time with a wounded hand
'Cause it likes to heal, I like to steal
I'm half the man I used to be
This I feel as the dawn
It fades to gray
Well, I'm half the man I used to be
This I feel as the dawn
It fades to gray
Well, I'm half the man I used to be
This I feel as the dawn
It fades to gray
Well, I'm half the man I used to be
Half the man I used to be
Feelin' uninspired
Think I'll start a fire
Everybody run
Bobby's got a gun
Think you're kinda neat
Then she tells me I'm a creep
Friends don't mean a thing
Guess I'll leave it up to me
Take time with a wounded hand
'Cause it likes to heal
Take time with a wounded hand
Guess I like to steal
Take time with a wounded hand
'Cause it likes to heal, I like to steal
I'm half the man I used to be
This I feel as the dawn
It fades to gray
I'm half the man I used to be
This I feel as the dawn
It fades to gray
I'm half the man I used to be
This I feel as the dawn
It fades to gray
I'm half the man I used to be
Half the man I used to be
Take time with a wounded hand
'Cause it likes to heal
Take time with a wounded hand
Guess I like to steal
Take time with a wounded hand
'Cause it likes to heal, I like to steal
I'm half the man I used to me
This I feel as the dawn
It fades to gray
I'm half the man I used to be
This I feel as the dawn
It fades to gray
I'm half the man I used to be
This I feel as the dawn
It fades to gray
I'm half the man I used to be
Half the man I used to be
Half the man I used to be
Half the man I used to be
08 Piece of Pie (05:25)
I broke the breadline
Nobody knows
I walked the frontline
Still got far to go
I mixed the water
I drank the water
I broke the breadline
Don't wanna know
It's staring me down
Wearing a crown of apathy
I'm standing around
Dressed like a clown
Don't you know my name
You know where to find me
I killed the manchild
I'll fast alone
I had the midwife
Naked and alone
I mixed the water
I drank the water
I killed the brainchild
I'll fast alone
Don't wanna let me be a man
Don't wanna lead me to your home
09 Plush (05:13)
And I feel that time's a wasted go
So where ya going to tomorrow?
And I see that these are lies to come
Would you even care?
And I feel it
And I feel it
Where ya going to tomorrow?
Where ya going with the mask I found?
And I feel, and I feel
When the dogs begin to smell her
Will she smell alone?
And I feel, so much depends on the weather
So is it raining in your bedroom?
And I see, that these are the eyes of disarray
Would you even care?
And I feel it
And she feels it
Where ya going to tomorrow?
Where ya going with that mask I found?
And I feel, and I feel
When the dogs begin to smell her
Will she smell alone?
When the dogs do find her
Got time, time, to wait for tomorrow
To find it, to find it, to find it
When the dogs do find her
Got time, time, to wait for tomorrow
To find it, to find it, to find it
And I feel it
And she feels it
Where ya going to tomorrow?
Where ya going with that mask I found?
And I feel, and I feel
When the dogs begin to smell her
Will she smell alone?
When the dogs do find her
Got time, time, to wait for tomorrow
To find it, to find it, to find it
When the dogs do find her
Got time, time, to wait for tomorrow
To find it, to find it, to find it
Where ya going to tomorrow?
Where ya going with that mask I found?
And I feel, and I feel
When the dogs begin to smell her
Will she smell alone?
When the dogs do find her
Got time, time, to wait for tomorrow
To find it, to find it, to find it
When the dogs do find her
Got time, time, to wait for tomorrow
To find it, to find it, to find it
To find it
To find it
To find it
10 Wet My Bed (01:38)
Hey everybody
Where did mary go?
Where did mary go?
And where's my only cigarette?
Please think for me I can't bare to...
I'll just lie here for a while,
wet myself,
wet my bed,
I readied it all for her,
ya know.
Clean sheets,
insense,
and lot's of fluffy,
pillows,
now soiled.
And where's my cigarette?
Did you check the bathroom?
The bathtub?
She sleeps there sometimes,
water cleanses you know,
washes dirt away,
makes new.
Maybe she
Maybe she
Maybe she sw...
Maybe sh...
Maybe she swam away...
11 Crackerman (03:13)
Kickin' as I'm tryin' to sleep
Got the mud beneath my
shoes
Rubber band, rubberband
Gun in hand, gun in hand
I wanna use
Roamin', roamin', roam
Get away, gotta get away
And I think I think too much
I don't care, yeah but I
don't care
Trippin' as I'm thinkin'
'Bout a boy, his name was
Sue
He's a man, he's a man
Crackerman, crackerman
He's a woman too
And I'm thinkin'
While I'm thinkin'
And I'm thinkin'
While I'm thinkin'
Loading comments slowly
Other reviews
By embryo
It’s been established that Weiland and company are 'imitators' to the bone and, however famous they may be, they have added nothing to rock history.
'Core' may not be a masterpiece, but in the end the songs are pleasant, albeit derivative, and all in all, it earns a fair judgment.
