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I’m a little surprised R.E.M. doesn’t seem to get its props from the general RTH community. They have (well, had) a driving, melodic rhythm section; a wankery-eschewing guitarist with (judging from interviews) an encyclopedic knowledge of rock; and an eccentric lead singer who pushed them into new territory. They’re kinda like XTC in that regard.
Sure, their brand of jangly college rock became a cul de sac thanks to lesser lights. And yes, their preachy brand of political gesture sure can grate. But – of their early work -- I submit that Murmur is a still-intriguing bit of mystery with genuninely innovative production, and Reckoning shows that they dial down production quirks and still make interesting music.
So what’s the deal? Their sound has aged much better than most of their ‘80s-era brethren. Is it Michael Stipe’s androgyny? Isn’t that taking RTH’s pro-wrestling inclinations a little too far?
At the very least, please watch the above clip and tell me that’s not a great performance of a great song!
And the original line-up have recorded their first song together since 1996, a cover of John Lennon's '#9 Dream' for Amnesty International.
It will be available as a download from tomorrow (March 13) from amnesty.org/noise.
Oliver: [An add-on musician to a band that's "matured"/jumped the shark...see Holsapple...] Townspeople, feel free to flesh out this definition. I think we could use a term like this in our rock discussions.
I felt the whole band had a felt strip applied to its energy, and I was troubled by what they were holding back. Then, Stipe was unleashed, and his monkey boy dances and pained phrasing were not a pretty site. Then they opened Peter Buck's cage, and out came bad Neil Young-inspired power riffage and the mandolin!
How 'bout the rest of you? Have you ever a) anticipated a band's coming out of its emotional/musical closet and b) loved the results?
Over the decades, I feel as though all of punk rock and its related styles were one 55 gallon drum of water dumped down a hill. At first everything is rushing out with such conviction and excitement - and thirty years on, it's so spread out into far-flung trickles that any one of them can be fascinating, but there's too much time to analyze and ponder, by both audience and band alike.
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