Wow, what a difference three terrible albums will make. 1998's mope-fest Up, 2001's knob-twiddling Reveal, and 2004's chewed bubblegum Around the Sun all led us to believe R.E.M. had finally morphed into modern day U2. Failed experimentation, middle-aged ballads and calculated mall pop abound on all three. It was almost as if they were scared to plug in their guitars for a decade. So the up-tempo, reverb-driven pace of 2008's Accelerate comes mostly as a complete shock.
The other discouraging development is Michael Stipe's delivery; once upon a time his voice played off Peter Buck's brilliantly intricate arrangements. Now it seems that verse-chorus-verse over a 4/4 beat has become his modus operandi. A shame, because lyrics such as "All your sad and lost apostles/hum my name and flare their nostrils /"Choking on the bones you tossed to them" would have some serious gravity if not for textbook diction.
But all is not lost. Toned-down tunes such as "
Look, this is not your father's or your kid's R.E.M. I couldn't be happier that they remembered the relevance of rocking, but I wish they'd remembered that too much of a good thing could be a bad thing. It's a step, but I'm not sure in what direction.
2 out of 5 stoli vanil & cokes.
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