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Fame, alas, can insulate a performer from the masses. But nowadays when pop- music stars feel the need to get in touch with the public mood, they have only to log on to the nearest computer bulletin board. Which is precisely what Michael Stipe did a few weeks ago. The lead singer of the rock band R.E.M., based in Athens, Georgia, spent a few hours online to answer questions from his fans and satisfy his curiosity. "The record's almost done, and I'm bored," he typed. Folks peppered him with queries. What would the group's highly anticipated...
...Malkmus has become addicted to REM (covering "Camera" on a b-side and writing a silly tribute to them for No Alternative) and Crooked Rain features a few gorgeous pastoral tunes--"Range Life" and "Gold Soundz" in particular--that are a million times better than anything Mssrs. Stipe, Buck, Berry and Mills have produced in years. The excellent opener, "Silence Kid," a message to a shy little boy who shouldn't listen to his grandmother's advice, seems to reference almost every sub-genre of rock (classic oldies, weird early '80s experimental music from New Zealand, and more) while still...
...title is a hymn of praise for sex education in public schools, is set to a booming, get-up-out-of-your-se at hip-hop drum rhythm, with guitars and harmonica added for good measure. On this track Cherry does a snappy duet with R.E.M. lead singer Michael Stipe, who manages not to embarrass himself while rapping...
Intense, rich and beautiful, this ninth album from the Athens college radio quartet is a masterpiece. Guitarist Peter Buck's trademark jangle gets the addition of acoustic strumming, and singer/lyricist Michael Stipe demonstrates a more versatile, more daring vocal performance. Highlights are the gorgeous "Nightswimming," the earnest "Find the River," and the brooding "Drive...
...band's continued ability to put a sharp point on its sentiments is evident on two other tracks: the relatively upbeat rocker Ignoreland, which backs up its political conviction with grinding, discordant guitars, and the sardonic Man on the Moon, in which Stipe for once breaks free of his bonds and takes flight on a larky lyric: "Let's play Twister/ Let's play Risk/ See you in heaven if you make the list." By then, though, it's impossible not to hope that next time out Stipe will lighten up a bit and leave the weight of the world...