Dopo “Vs” che segnava un cambiamento non indifferente nel suono dei PJ, arriva “Vitalogy” che riduce la carica punk, ma comunque permette il proseguimento dell’evoluzione.
L’irruenza del secondo disco non svanisce, ma si distribuisce in modo diverso e soprattutto viene espressa attraverso composizioni più lugubri e misurate; si sente che i PJ misurano le loro forze e ne sfruttano appieno le potenzialità, variando maggiormente le strutture e dando un tocco di originalità maggiore.
“Vitalogy” è un album tenebroso, spesso melanconico e triste, capace di commuovere, come di esaltare, di far pensare come di trasmetterci rabbia. “Last Exit”, dal ritmo semplice ed irrefrenabile, è una sorta di monito; “Lascia che il sole salga, Che bruci la mia maschera… Questa è la mia ultima uscita” . Una dichiarazione d’intenti, una voglia di mostrarsi nudi e crudi che verrà poi ritrovata nel corso del disco. Quando parlavo di continuità nell’evoluzione mi riferivo a brani come “Spin The Black Circe”, una sorta di assalto isterico e sfrenato, sicuramente un passo avanti rispetto ai brani omologhi dei lavori precedenti perché gode di un’originalità di forma mai riscontrata prima nel gruppo.
Si prosegue infatti con brani dallo stile nuovo; “Not For You” è un poderoso trip nevrotico, un graduale crescendo alacre; “Tremor Christ” è una danza arida splendida; il gruppo è capace di modellarsi alla perfezione e ricreare senza difficoltà atmosfere incandescenti o evocative. “Whipping” ripropone il rock classico di “Vs” con una forza ritmica e rabbiosa, direi sincera, molto più accentuata. “Satan’s Bad” , pur non essendo una brutta canzone, forse non è completamente in sintonia con le altre per via del suo refrain forse un po’ forzato e non in sintonia con gli umori del disco. “Corduroy” è una sorta di nuova “Jeremy”, con i fendenti di chitarra che, seguendo il cantato, si addolciscono e ripartono, come ondate improvvise, dando al brano un senso di dinamismo eccezionale. Insieme all’opening è la canzone che forse si distacca di più dal resto, proprio perché ripercorre vie ormai abbandonate, risultando comunque eccellenti nella loro vena reazionaria.
Al fianco di questi straordinari pezzi di rock poderoso troviamo le ballate intimistiche; il gruppo si è migliorato anche su questo fronte e ci regala perle incomparabili come “Nothingman”, “Better Man” e “Immortality”. La prima, forse la più emotivamente fragile, è una ninna nanna piena di rimorso “Uomo da niente, Avrebbe potuto essere qualcosa, Uomo da niente”. “Better Man” trasforma quel rimorso in speranza, così come la delicatezza iniziale del brano si libra poi in uno slancio liberatorio. “Immortality” è forse l’apice melodico mai raggiunto de Vedder. Una desolata veduta sull’umanità; un commovente viaggio di disperazione, indescrivibile come la pioggia che cadendo monda il nostro capo da ogni peccato. La terza facciata di “Vitalogy” è quella sperimentale; “Bugs” è un irriverente gioco di armonica e voce. “Aye Davanita”, dai ritmi psicotici, è una danza subliminale, eccellente.
I sette minuti di “Hey Foxymophandlemama. That´s Me”, un folle dialogo contornato da suoni stranianti, chiudono il disco, che si propone prepotentemente come vertice assoluto dei PJ. Forse non ha l’ingenua spontaneità dell’esordio, ma è di certo la loro produzione più curata, intima e, banalmente, quella con le canzoni migliori.
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03 Not for You (05:52)
Restless soul, enjoy your youth,
Like Muhammad hits the truth.
Can't escape from the common rule.
If you hate something, don't you do it, too.
Small my table, sits just two.
Got so crowded, I can't make room.
Oh, where did they come from?... Stormed my room!
And you dare say it belongs to you... to you...
This is not for you...
This is not for you...
This is not for you...
Oh, not for you... ah, you...
Scream... my friends... don't call me...
Friends, no, they don't scream...
My friends don't call... my friends don't...
All that's sacred comes from youth.
Dedication, naive and true.
With no power, nothing to do...
I still remember, why don't you?
Don't you...
This is not for you.
This is not for you.
This is not for you.
Oh, never was for you, fuck you...
This is not for you...
Oh, this is not for you... yeah, you...
This is not for you...
Oh, not for you...
Oh, you...
04 Tremor Christ (04:12)
Winded is the sailor drifting by the storm,
Wounded is the organ he left all bloodied on the shore.
Gorgeous was his savior, sees her, drowning in his wake.
Daily taste the salt of her tears, but a chance blamed fate.
Little secrets, tremors, turned to quake...
The smallest oceans still get big, big waves...
Ransom paid the devil... he whispers pleasing words.
Triumphant are the angels if they can get there first.
Little secrets, tremors, turned to quake...
The smallest oceans still get big, big waves...
I'll decide... take the dive...
Take my time.... not my life...
Wait for signs... believe in lies...
To get by... it's divine, whoa...
Oh, you know what it's like.
Turns the bow back, tows, and drops the line,
Puts his faith in love and tremor Christ.
05 Nothingman (04:35)
Once divided, nothing left to subtract.
Some words when spoken can't be taken back.
Walks on his own with thoughts he can't help thinking.
Future's above, but in the past, he's slow and sinking.
Caught a bolt 'a lightning, cursed the day he let it go...
Nothingman...
Nothingman...
Isn't it something?
Nothingman...
She once believed in every story he had to tell,
One day she stiffened, took the other side.
Empty stares from each corner of a shared prison cell...
One just escapes, one's left inside the well...
And he who forgets will be destined to remember...
Nothingman...
Nothingman...
Isn't it something?
Nothingman...
Oh, she don't want him...
Oh, she won't feed him after he's flown away...
Oh, into the sun, ah, into the sun...
Burn, burn...
Nothingman...
Nothingman...
Isn't it something?
Nothingman...
Nothingman...
Nothingman...
Could've been something.
Nothingman...
Oh... oh... oh...
06 Whipping (02:34)
Don't need a helmet, got a hard, hard head.
Don't need a raincoat, I'm already wet.
Don't need a bandage, there's too much blood.
After a while, seems to roll right off.
They're whipping...
They're whipping...
They're whipping...
They're whipping...
Don't need a hand, there's always arms attached.
Don't get behind, I can't fall back.
Why must we trust all these rusted rails?
They don't want no change we already have.
They're whipping...
They're whipping...
They're whipping...
They're whipping...
Don't mean to push, but I'm being shoved!
I'm just like you, think we've had enough.
I can't believe a thing they want us to.
We all got scars, they should have them, too.
They're whipping...
They're whipping...
They're whipping...
They're whipping...
They're whipping...
They're whipping...
They're whipping...
They're whipping...
08 Corduroy (04:37)
The waiting drove me mad,
You're finally here and I'm a mess.
I take your entrance back,
Can't let you roam inside my head.
I don't want to take what you can give,
I would rather starve than eat your bread,
I would rather run but I can't walk,
Guess I'll lie alone just like before.
I'll take the varmint's path,
Oh, and I must refuse your test.
Push me and I will resist.
This behavior's not unique.
I don't want to hear from those who know,
They can buy, but can't put on my clothes.
I don't want to limp for them to walk,
Never would have known of me before.
I don't want to be held in your debt,
I'll pay it off in blood, let I be wed.
I'm already cut up and half-dead.
I'll end up alone like I began.
Everything has chains.
Absolutely nothing's changed.
Take my hand, not my picture, spilled my tincture...
I don't want to take what you can give,
I would rather starve than eat your breast.
All the things that others want for me,
Can't buy what I want because it's free,
Can't buy what I want because it's free,
Can't be what you want because I'm...
Why ain't it supposed to be just fun?
Oh, to live and die, let it be done.
I figure I'll be damned, all alone like I began.
It's your move now.
I thought you were a friend,
But I guess I... I guess I hate you...
09 Bugs (02:44)
I got bugs.
I got bugs in my room.
Bugs in my bed.
Bugs in my ears.
There's eggs in my head.
Bugs in my pockets.
Bugs in my shoes.
Bugs in the way I feel about you.
Bugs in my window trying to get in.
They don't go nowhere.
Waiting, waiting, standing, sitting, kneeling.
A few block the door.
And now the question's:
Do I kill them?
Become their friend?
Do I eat them?
Raw or well done?
Do I trick them?
I don't think they're dumb
Do I join them?
Looks like that's the one.
I got bugs on my skin.
Tickle my nausea.
I let it happen again.
They're always takin' over.
I see they surround me, I see.
See them deciding my fate.
Oh, that which was once, was once up to me.
Now it's too late.
I got bugs in my room, one-on-one.
That's when I had a chance.
I'll just stop now.
I'll become naked.
And with them, I'll become one.
10 Satan's Bed (03:30)
It's not all been said...been said and done...
I've never slept in Satan's bed
Although I must admit...still visits my place
Uninvited, as you know, he don't wait
Funny how he always seems to fit in
Funny how I always want to give in
Sundays, Fridays, Tuesdays, Thursday, the same
Sometimes the special guest, he don't like to leave
Already...in love... (3x)
Already...
Who made, who made up, made up the myth
That we were born to be covered in bliss?
Who set the standard, born to be rich?
Such fine examples, skinny little bitch
Model, role model, roll some models in blood
Get some flesh to stick, so they look like us
I shit and I stink, I'm real, join the club
I'd stop and talk, but I'm already in love
Already...in love... (3x)
Already...
In love...Ah ha ha ha...
...follows torture...follows reward... (2x)
Oh, oh my butt...
Never shook Satan's hand, look see for yourself
You'd know it if I had, that shit don't come off
I'll rise and fall, let me take credit for both
Jump off a cliff, don't need your help so back off
I'll never suck Satan's dick...
Again, you'd see it, you know, right round the lips
I'll wait for an angel, but I won't hold my breath
'Magine they're busy, think I'm doing okay...
Already...in love... (6x)
Already...
11 Better Man (04:28)
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...
12 Aye Davanita (02:57)
Awooh... aye, davanita... awooh... awooha... (4x)
Jahooh... jahooh... (repeat)
Awooh... aye, davanita... awooh... awooha... (4x)
13 Immortality (05:28)
Vacate is the word.
Vengeance has no place on me or her,
Cannot find the comfort in this world.
Artificial tear,
Vessel stabbed, next up, volunteers?
Vulnerable, wisdom can't adhere.
A truant finds home and a wish to hold on,
But there's a trapdoor in the sun.
Immortality...
As privileged as a whore,
Victims in demand for public show.
Swept out through the cracks beneath the door.
Holier than thou, how?
Surrendered, executed, anyhow...
Scrawl dissolved, cigar box on the floor.
A truant finds home and a wish to hold on, too.
He saw a trapdoor in the sun.
I cannot stop the thought -- I'm running in the dark.
Coming up a which way sign,
All good truants must decide.
Oh, stripped and sold, mom...
Auctioned forearm and whiskers in the sink.
Truants move on, cannot stay long,
Some die just to live...
Oh...
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Altre recensioni
Di jeremy
Vitalogy è sicuramente il più oscuro e sofferto di tutta la discografia.
Quest’ album segna l’ormai definitiva maturazione dei jammers, la perdita dell’innocenza di una band che continua a rappresentare uno dei migliori esempi di rock.
Di Starblazer
"Un disco intenso, viscerale e autenticamente grunge che ho adorato e ascoltato fino alla noia."
"'Tremor Christ' è una delle migliori canzoni mai composte dai Pearl Jam, una nenia oscura e conturbante."
Di Taxirider
"Esiste però un'eccezione che rende onore ai Pearl Jam. Sto parlando del loro terzo capitolo, il mai troppo compreso 'Vitalogy'".
"'Tremor Christ' è un vero e proprio viaggio nella psiche dell’allora Eddie Vedder, con un testo incentrato sul suicidio e la via d’uscita dalla spirale oscura."
Di Mattissimo
Vitalogy è quello dal suono più grunge, senza dubbio il meno commerciale e di gran lunga il più astratto.
Un must-have per tutti gli appassionati della buona e autentica musica.
