I liked this album slightly better than anything Nirvana ever did. It's pretty good, but that's it, with Black and Jeremy as the standouts. I still have the disc, unlike a lot of other albums from the era.
My biggest gripe with Pearl Jam (and grunge in general) was how they temporarily ruined the clothing industry. The clothes from around 1992-1994 were so hideous that I had to dress like a jock, even though I wasn't one. My whole wardrobe consisted of Champion sweatshirts and tees with athletic marks on them because the only other clothes being sold were plaid, or lumberjack-looking shit. Those bands had a contrived thrift shop look as a counter to the leather and spandex look of the eighties, except there was nothing cheap about the stuff that was sold in stores, even if they looked like the old Gorilla Monsoon line, "He's not wearing thirteen dollars worth of clothes, and that's including his watch!" Thankfully, that fad lasted about as long as all others, but for a couple of years almost everybody looked like bums. It was like the seventies, where you had to be the President in order not to look ridiculous.