Pearl Jam : Sydney Entertainment Centre
Grunge stagers grow old gracefully
But here's the thing. Pearl Jam may have a clutch of greatest hits, but there's no way they'll never be relevant again. They're the wizened Gandalfs of grunge, the Professor Dumbledores of rock - fiery grandads who've seen everything and clip us over the ear for dismissing their rants about impending war.
The crowd sing-a-longs are saved for the anthems - an achingly beautiful 'Better Man', the eleven-year old 'Even Flow' - but the message is clear. Pearl Jam might not be the angry voice of tomorrow's generation anymore, but when Eddie invites surfing champion Mark Richards onstage for a glass of white wine, it shows they're not about to beg for forgiveness for mellowing in their old age, either. The blessed thing is, with grunge and all her cracked-out casualties, that Pearl Jam have managed to grow old at all. As they waltz off into their twilight years, we can't begrudge them that.
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