Tra “No Code” e “Yield” Stone Gossard, vero stakanovista dell’armata targata Vedder & Co., si concede un’altra uscita discografica parallela. A tre anni di distanza rastrella i componenti del progetto Brad e varca la soglia dello studio tra dicembre ‘96 e gennaio ’97 in quel di Seattle, il cui cielo plumbeo e nevoso non sembra (stranamente) ispirare sensazioni negative e nichiliste.
“Interiors” comprende una manciata di pezzi gradevoli e solari, quasi spensierati. Una sorta di rassegna primaverile per la quale Gossard smacchia lo sporco dell’esordio “Shame” e sembra propone un suono lindo, fin troppo ammiccante a certi motivi un po’ ruffiani e radio friendly: impossibile non accorgersi di ciò in “Secret Girl”, radiofonica al punto giusto e dal ritornello quasi irritante, “I Don’t Know” dall’andamento cantilenante, nella formula azzeccata di “The Day Brings” (singolo di lancio), ma già abusata negli anni precedenti e in quelli successivi, “Circles & Lines” incredibilmente orecchiabile eppure priva di mordente, oppure in “Candles”, nella quale Gossard fa il furbetto e riprende spudoratamente i Pearl Jam. Non è tutto qui, a mettere un po’ di zavorra sul disco, altrimenti tendente al volatile, ci pensa la sporcizia (non troppo) concentrata di “Funeral Song” e “Sweet Al George”.
Il disco raggiunge pienamente la sufficienza, ma il contenuto, troppo perfettino e lubrificato, scivola via e non lascia traccia. Peccato, perché i brani “Upon my Shoulders”, “Those Three Word” e “Some Never Come Home” incitano il cervello ad agire in maniera folle e impulsiva, a correre nel negozio di dischi sotto casa oppure a trovare freneticamente la password di PayPal.
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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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