FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-ZEEEEEHHHHHHNNNN.
If you have been around me for more than a few minutes in the last year or so, I’ve at least attempted to do my Eddie Vedder impression. If you’ve been around me for lots of time in the last year or so, you are most likely incredibly tired of hearing my Eddie Vedder impression.
I would say it’s top 10 points of pride in my life. I will bust into a random Alive verse at a moment’s notice. My inner Eddie is waiting to be unleashed at a moment’s notice. It was just a matter of time before I listened to more Pearl Jam.
I found this record to a bit redundant sonically, saved mostly by Eddie. He fucking carries this thing. However, there was an issue with my listening here. I felt like I was simultaneously listening to see if I enjoyed it – and I did enjoy some – but also looking for more impression material. Where could I see myself getting my best Eddie off? I need new bits. Everyone does.
This ended up leaving me split in between listening to the song and evaluating how good it was as well as where the best imitation lies. If anything, I was vetting the record. I was being an Eddie Vetter.
I would like to stop my review to apologize for that. I thought of that pun well before writing this blog and felt that it had to be included even though I do have slight nausea as a byproduct of saying that.
Overall though, I thought it was pretty mediocre. A few good songs. Alive also has a solo I forgot about that’s pretty good. But if you’re going into 90’s rock, look elsewhere, unless you are looking for Eddie impression material. If you’re Scott Stapp, neither apply, look elsewhere entirely. Now that I mention Scott Stapp, I’m linking the Creed Marlins song again so it can also be stuck in someone’s head for the next two weeks, because it’s already deep in mine. Let’s play ball it’s gamedaaay.
Favorite songs: Even Flow, Alive, Black, Jeremy


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