Word: musics
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...Because that's just what the concert at the Tweeter Center was: an amazing night of good music. Age be damned, R.E.M. put on an energetic and mind-blowing show. The proof was in the writhing mass of swirling bodies and hoarse voices screaming the lyrics aloud. The band fed right off of this enthusiasm and ended their tour with an incredibly high-kicking, electrically charged show...
...Sure, sneer at R.E.M. and their earnestness and politics and wussiness, but no arguments about this: the boys know how to make good music. Unlike other popular bands of the past and present (ahem, Aerosmith, Rolling Stones, Cranberries et al.), every one of R.E.M.'s albums has some redeeming quality. No synthpop or electronica experiments to be found! Even better, all of their earliest albums have withstood the test of time and sound fresh and new today...
...have been paying close attention to this concert and this band, because raw rock talent like R.E.M. comes around once in a millennium. They haven't resorted to exhortations of violence or kitschy and cutesy covers or amalgamations of genres to survive. Blink and you'll miss most rock music, but R.E.M. and their rapid eye movement have perfected the skill of slowing down to remember the past even while hurtling forward into the future...
...number. With half hope, half fear, we asked, "Hey man, you know the Basement Jaxx gig tonight? Is it cancelled?" Half hope because it was storming like a teledrama outside. And half fear because, we miss them now, and we miss the big bright bloomin' future of all house music for good. Armand would never have forgiven us. Neither would Thomas Bangalter, Jon Carter, Eric Morillo, Roger Sanchez, Danny Tenaglia, Pete Tong, Gilles Peterson, Ashley Beadle, Norman Jay or Phillippe Zdar. They've heard the boys, and they love them...
...what's not to love? Of course, titles like "the most exciting musical force in Britain" fly liberally these days, being dispensed, coincidentally enough, at a frequency to match music rag publication. We cloaked ourselves in doubt--how could any DJ duo be that formidable? It was no good. They defeated Floyd to pack in hundreds of big-trousered, poker-hatted, UV-resplendent love-children of dance; our skepticism fell away at the drop of a beat...