Dopo il successo planetario del loro album d'esordio "Ten" i Pearl Jam entrano nella fase più tumultuosa della loro carriera: nessun videoclip promozionale per i singoli, la battaglia contro Ticketmaster iniziata l'anno dopo questo album e la morte di Kurt Cobain, avvenimento che avrebbe irrimediabilmente influenzato il magnifico "Vitalogy". Ma fra questi due album c'è appunto "Vs.", a volte considerato di transizione ma per me un disco alla pari degli altri disconi della band.

La struttura delle canzoni è semplice, orecchiabili e tranne un paio di eccezioni dalla durata contenuta, sembrerebbe quasi un disco da passaggi radio a gogò, rock da stadio, se non fosse per la patina di oscurità che invade artisticamente ogni canzone. L'impatto dell'album viene aiutato anche dalla produzione di Brendan O'Brien: un sound diretto, quasi garage, dannatamente duro e realistico; un sound che si sposa alla perfezione con i temi trattati da questi giovani ragazzi di successo.

L'album si apre con due pezzi a rotta di collo, ma non per questo da lasciare in disparte ed etichettare come "minori", in quest'album ogni canzone ho motivo di esistere; "Go" e soprattutto "Animal", con i loro riff, i loro outro scatenati e quei testi minimali che dicono molto più di mille parol,e sono un perfetto preludio per il primo capolavoro dell'album: "Daughter", canzone che potrebbe essere etichettata come ballad se non per il fatto che la chitarra acustica ed elettrica collaborano per creare un sound inquietante, annichilente, portandoci in un'altra storia di ordinaria disperazione in una qualsiasi cittadina americana. Il modo in cui Vedder tratta la protagonista di questa canzone è comprensivo e rabbioso, dando voce a tutta la sua tristezza e insicurezze. L'album prosegue con un ironico attacco ai redneck americani, "Glorified G.", forse l'album più spensierato dell'album come stile e per la sua ironia. "Dissident" è un bellissimo momento di riflessione per calmarsi e pensare ai dilemmi dell'esistenza, alle scelte che influenzano ogni nostro momento e ai mali che dobbiamo comunque affrontare, non importa quale strada imbocchiamo, non si può scappare completamente dal male dell'esistenza; la melodia, urlata dalle chitarre e la voce di Vedder che ha un gran crescendo emotivo, sfumano alla grande nel secondo capolavoro dell'album (un giudizio molto personale): "W.M.A.", sei minuti di line-up di basso che non muta di una virgola, la batteria di Abruzzese che martella quasi come se fosse un rito voodo, la voce alleggiante di Vedder e quel dannato testo: un attacco perfetto all'americano medio, "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.", un trip psichedelico oscuro e funkeggiante, un perfetto intermezzo per l'album. Si torna sul freddo asfalto invernale, la stagione suggerita dalla copertina dell'album, nella maniera più dura possibile: "Blood", pezzo che ricorda certe sfuriate al limite dell'infarto dei Nirvana, un incedere martellante e inesorabile che come suggerisce il booklet parla di un eroinomane, la disamina dei mali americani continua. E si entra in un altro capolavoro viscerale, che ricorda certi pezzi emocore dell'epoca, un gioiello di emozioni dal cuore punkeggiante: "Rearviewmirror", un semplice riff, una storia di fuga dai propri scheletri nell'armadio, un'epica rivalsa nei confronti della vita. "Rats" è un piacevole pezzo sarcastico, una pura alchimia rock, prima di farci ascoltare la mia canzone preferita del gruppo: "Small Town", ballata acustica semplicissima, sei accordi che provengono dall'acustica di Gossard, una voce piena di Vedder e qualche dolce riff di McCready, la semplicità vince ed il capolavoro è fatto, un struggente affresco di un'altra vita qualsiasi che di colpo trova i suoi ricordi ad attenderlo e sconvolgerlo in un vortice di emozioni e rimpianti, una canzone che non si può descrivere per quanto è perfetta nella sua semplicità. "Leash" è un altro brano di puro rock 'n roll che personalmente non ho mai adorato, ma la conclusione dell'album rialza l'asticella: "Indifference", tipico brano dei Pearl Jam, un down-tempo sinuoso e caldo, che per la sua calma e le note di tastiera ricorda alcuni pezzi dei Doors, una conclusione azzeccatissima.

So che il track-by-track non è molto ben visto, ma volevo sottolineare tutto ciò che penso di questo album, non mi considero un fanboy dei Pearl Jam ma davanti a certe opere un pezzo di cuore si spezza, e inevitabilmente la soggettività e i pensieri personali trionfano sul resto. Una nota di merito và anche al bel booklet, dallo stile scarno e oscuro, con immagini abbozzate e foto di paesaggi freddi e desolati.

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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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Di  Enrico Martello

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Di  joe strummer

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Di  FabbioAW

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