MOVING TARGETS
Pearl Jam are still a bristling band on the run from the success of Ten
Published October 16, 2013
Rock and
roll greatness, on a grand scale, is often as much about mythmaking, as it is
about a good song. There’s Dylan as Odysseus, stoking the righteous anger of
the folk gods with his electric guitar at the 1965 Newport Folk Festival,
before embarking on a long, perilous journey to bring it all back to a place one might call home, fending off the
twin perils of artistic compromise and utter obscurity as he spurns the siren
song of conformity. There’s Springsteen, the Boss, who as a scrappy young
songwriter battled epically just to be heard, as he slogged it out with the E
Street Band in dives along the Jersey Shore. There’s U2, who fought their way
out of war-torn Ireland to bring a gospel of unity to the world. And, well, the
list goes on and on and on.
This could have been a story about the
Clash, the British punk-rock legends who metaphorically fought the law (and,
the law won) for an electrifyingly confused five years (1977-1982), the span of
which has now been decisively compiled in an expansive, and handsomely packaged
box set called “Sound System.” Instead, it’s about Pearl Jam, an equally
embattled populist, if not quite pop band of perfectly mismatched
brothers-in-arms, who also raged in vain against the corporate apparatus of a
multinational infotainment industry, but who have persevered, bloodied but
unbowed, still largely intact, give or take a couple of drummers. “Lightening
Bolt,” their tenth album since their landmark debut “Ten” in 1991, came out on
Tuesday after streaming for a week on iTunes, a platform I suspect the Clash
would have been keen to take full advantage of in their day.
The roots of Pearl Jam’s troubles go all
the way back to “Ten,” a multiplatinum monolith packed with moody, broody
heroic guitar anthems that resonated sympathetically with the not-so-good
vibrations of the times. Released in August of ’91, “Ten” was far from an immediate success: it wasn’t until a
fellow band of Seattlelites named Nirvana began to storm the charts with
“Nevermind,” which came September of that year, that Pearl Jam found themselves
heralded as the next great grunge sensation. The stage-diving video for the
ginormous single “Alive” only served to reinforce Pearl Jam’s alt-rock image,
an image that was further solidified by the band’s appearance as one of the
opening acts on the main stage of 1992’s Lollapalooza Festival tour
It was fairly clear by the end of the summer of ’92 that “Ten”
was the sort of instant classic that
had the stuff to cultivate a far broader and more substantial appeal than the
trio of Lollapalooza headliners Pearl Jam supported on the tour — Soundgarden,
Red Hot Chili Peppers, and, ah, Ministry. And therein lay the rub: the arbiters
of alt-rock cool firmly discouraged the courting of mainstream success, and a
Greek chorus anti-Pearl Jam backlash
was joined by no less an authority than Kurt Cobain, who accused them of
“selling out.”
In retrospect, while Pearl Jam were at least tacitly
complicit in their initial marketing strategy — that is indeed Eddie Vedder
crowd surfing, an early version of crowd sourcing, in the “Alive” video — they were also victims of circumstance.
The muscular musical core of Pearl Jam, guitarist Jeff Ament and bassist Stone
Gossard, had cut their teeth in the Seattle post-punk, proto-grunge band Green
River. But they moved on to more arena-friend glam-rock with the short-lived
Mother Love Bone, before hooking up with lead guitarist Mike McCready to pursue
what might best be described as classic American guitar rock. As a late
addition to the line-up, Vedder may have embodied a portrait of the alienated
artist as a tortured young man, but if that’s somehow “faux alternative” then
we may have to take a closer look at Mozart and maybe even Van Gogh.
Nevertheless, the loaded die was cast, and rather than play
a rigged game, Pearl Jam assumed a defensive posture and, for starters, refused
to make any videos for the follow-ups to “Ten.” (I know it’s hard to believe,
but that amounted to a major statement of defiance back in the early-’90s. Seriously.) The band joined
forces with Neil Young in 1995, protested Ticketmaster’s inflation of concert
ticket prices, and all but abandoned
the arena-friendly vibe of “Ten” in favor of both softer and more challenging
sounds.
Adversity can breed loyalty, and Pearl Jam presented a
united front in their anti-establishment posture. With the notable exception of
Radiohead, whose adverse reaction to the trappings of fame led them down a
digital wormhole they’ve yet to fully emerge from, it’s hard to think of a band
in the recent past who rejected superstardom in favor of more modest kind of
success more willfully and ardently than Pearl Jam in the mid-’90s.
Yet, musically they seemed divided. There were blistering
blasts of raw power (the percussive “Go”), punk salvos like “Lukin” (named for
the bassist in the Seattle band Mudhoney), and sinewy garage-rockers like the
coded ode to vinyl “Spin the Black Circle,” which seemed aimed at asserting the
band’s alt-rock credibility. And, then there were the were the softer, more
acoustic-oriented storytellers that highlighted Vedder’s sensitive side (“Daughter,”
“Betterman,” and “Elderly Woman Behind the Counter in a Small Town”), songs
that charted a course toward potentially friendlier shores, not far from where
a band like R.E.M. had found a way to thrive on their own, idiosyncratic terms.
Pearl Jam, who headline the John Paul Jones Arena in
Charlottesville on October 29, have long since come to terms with the psychic
wounds of the past. In 2009, the band presided over the deluxe reissue of
“Ten,” which initiated a project that will see the re-release of their entire
back catalog. Two years later, they compiled a career-spanning live/rarities
two-disc set, “Pearl Jam Twenty,” to serve as a soundtrack companion to the
Cameron Crowe rockumentary of the same title.
And, yet, there are still distinct echoes of the band’s
rocky formative years in the well-worn grooves of “Lightening Bolt.” Take “Mind
Your Manners,” the in-your-face, scream-and-thrash rant that’s the disc’s first
official single. Perhaps a bubbly synth-pop number or classical etude would be
less representative of “Lightening Bolt,” but hardcorish punk is more in Pearl
Jam’s wheelhouse, I suppose. It comes off mostly as an inside joke of sorts.
But, with its call-and-response, yell-along outro of “Go to hell/That right/How
you like it?/In hell,” it’s really the punchline to the more measured
“Getaway,” the undulating mid-tempo rocker that opens the album with a
characteristic plea from a tightly wound, socially conscious Vedder for
civility in the face of the deep religious divisions that have afflicted our
culture. As Vedder advises in the chorus, “It’s okay/Sometimes you find
yourself having to put all your faith/In no faith/Mine is mine and yours won’t
take its place/Now make your getaway.”
“Lightening Bolt” is frontloaded with hard-rockers, including
a taut, riff-driven number that finds Vedder wrestling with family dysfunction a la “Jeremy” in the “My Father’s Son,
and extoling the strange virtues of an unnamed seductress in the disc’s
explosive title track. And, a world-weary Vedder takes stock of the human
condition circa 2013 in the edgy “Infallible,” reflecting “Somehow it is the
biggest things that keep on slipping through our hands/By thinking we are
infallible we are tempting fate instead/It’s time we best begin, here at the
ending.”
The band’s softer side surfaces on the minor-keyed power
ballad “Sirens,” a plaintive, yearning love song that plays to Vedder’s
strength as a humbly emotive singer, capable of investing simple sentiments
like. “It’s a fragile thing/This life we lead/If I think too much/I can’t get
over. . .,” with both strength and vulnerability. And, there are also a few
genre excursions, including the bluesy stomp of “Let the Records Play,” the
jangly pop of “Swallowed Whole,” and the ukulele-accented swing of “Sleeping By
Myself,” a kind of classic oldie-styled number that brings to mind the unlikely
hit the band had with their 1999 cover of “Last Kiss,” a song popularized by J.
Frank Wilson and the Cavaliers in the ’60s.
What holds the album together, as has generally
been the case, is Vedder, who took over as the band’s spiritual guide amidst
the tumult of the ’90s, and has mostly thrived in that role. His is the ethos
of the underdog, the scrappy, unconventional upstart who triumphs without ever
fully fitting in or, all due deference to Kurt Cobain, selling out. And Pearl
Jam have come to embody that vision, even as they’ve established themselves as
a rock institution. In a culture where everything’s a brand and every brand is
sponsored by other brands, Pearl Jam remain a welcome exception — proof that
there’s still some value in simply being yourself, even if that’s no so easily
bottled or packaged. It’s the myth as anti-myth.
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