Hey Foxymophandlemama, That’s Me

More Than Ten

I can’t think of “Hey Foxymophandlemama, That’s Me” without envisioning Vitalogy ‘s packaging, the classy gold foil lettering on the back of one of rock music’s all-time greatest liner note presentations. Both on vinyl and CD, the title stands out (it’s labelled “Stupidmop” on the cassette version, I’ve been told), looking like a Red Hot Chili Peppers inspired funk-jam, or southern sass-rock a la Black Crowes. But oh dear god is it not remotely either of those. Instead, it’s a noise-collage, it’s Jack Irons’s debut, and most Pearl Jam fans could probably count the times they’ve listened to it all the way through on one hand. That’s too bad, because although it certainly isn’t an easy listen, I find the piece inseparable from Vitalogy . Its darkness seeps out and spreads retrograde throughout the album. Even if one never listens to it, its ominous presence lurks at the end of…

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