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Automatic for the People R.E.M. - 1992
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Q The words are the best and the worst of it: licensed to be bloody difficult, if not incomprehensible. All interpretations of Drive or Man On The Moon (elegiac?) or Star Me Kitten (sexy?) should own up to being long shots. The Sidewinder Sleeps Tonight is a brainteaser involving a phone and, uh, if the coiled cord is the snake ... it still doesn't make obvious sense. At least half the album must be filed under skull-scratchers. Nonetheless, its character does emerge eventually. In fact, it's about Life. Without embarrassment and via sundry dark metaphors, it enquires "What's it all about, if anything?". While Try Not To Breathe dramatises a moment of personal torment, Find The River goes for the huge-size screen, adroitly diverting classic images of river, sea and flowers to eco-philosophical purposes ("We're closer now than light years to go," Stipe pronounces, glumly). Sweetness Follows piles on the misery by flaunting soured, unconvincing consolation for common grief, the loss of parents, brothers, sisters. Yet, if this all seems entirely too much, there's also Nightswimming and Everybody Hurts. Both do a slowdance with death, then pull off the aesthetic pirouette necessary to turn it all around. As the nightswimmer, Stipe sloughs off despond in unsocialworkerly fashion with scalp-prickling music and the mysterious clarity of lines like "September's coming soon/Pining for the moon/And what if there were two/Side by side in orbit around the Ferris sun". In Everybody Hurts he sings a counterpart to the Kate Bush role in Peter Gabriel's Don't Give Up - "You feel like you're lost/No, no, you're not alone". Big emotions, big ideas, and you believe them too, without feeling a fool. For properly beloved entertainers, R.E.M. can give a person quite a going over. Automatic is an eloquent, reflective set of songs in contrast with the sometimes bouncy Out Of Time, and the album's mature moods reflect small-town experiences far from 1989's stadium-sized Green. Despite its relatively quick creation (released only 15 months after the band's previous record), it is clear that R.E.M. put great attention to detail in the production of Automatic. Having been off a regular touring schedule since the Green tour, R.E.M. knew these recordings were to be the only expression of their art, and the band members were by now recognizing their work as some of the most anticipated and listened-to pop music in the world. Led Zeppelin bassist John Paul Jones was enlisted to arrange orchestral parts for four of the album's songs, and the result adds just the right textures to R.E.M.'s somber, hopeful songs. Opener "Drive" and single "Everybody Hurts" are each brought to emphatic climaxes by Jones' arrangements, and "Nightswimming" is refined by an elegant string accompaniment. The band members themselves turn in restrained, intelligent performances. Guitarist Peter Buck, having famously scorned his regular instrument for a year at the beginning of the '90s to become a more proficient mandolin player, here plays only what he needs to in the context of the song, utilizing electrics, acoustics, mandolins, basses, and more. The other members follow this lead, drummer Bill Berry (the composer of "Everybody Hurts," among others) playing bass and guitar on some tunes and bassist Mike Mills turning in stellar performances on organ (the smoky "New Orleans Instrumental No. 1") and piano ("Nightswimming"). Vocalist Michael Stipe also offers some of his most lucid, varied work on Automatic. He explores topics of death and its human effect in a few songs, singing about suicide (the uplifting "Everybody Hurts"), euthanasia (the stately "Try Not To Breathe"), and bereavement ("Sweetness Follows"). But he also turns in humorous and raw commentary on the celebrity of late comic Andy Kaufman ("Man On The Moon") and actor Montgomery Clift ("Monty Got A Raw Deal"), a vitriolic rant against the Reagan era ("Ignoreland"), musing on a steamy, illicit love affair ("Fuck Me Kitten"), and reflections of a youthful night, skinny dipping by the light of a low September moon ("Nightswimming"). The mature music on Automatic may not have the energetic fervor of R.E.M.'s earlier work, but this is because the band themselves had matured by this point. When they entered the studio, they were four men going to work, not four college kids releasing tension in bursts of creativity. This particular band has shown prowess in each of those capacities, but on Automatic the former emerges as the driving force. Repeated listens reveal a depth and attention to detail in the songwriting that isn't quite matched by anything else in the band's canon. While R.E.M.'s career has seen them indulge in an extensive variety of pop music, excelling in many different ways, the band's eighth full-length is where all aspects of their range align perfectly into a pristine collection of songs. This is an essential recording. Automatic For The People, originally slated to be a punk-rock record, is awash in a sadness that is subtly indelible. With Peter Buck still fiddling with his mandolin from the Out Of Time sessions, Mike Mills using the keyboards more actively, and Bill Berry stepping up on bass more often than before, it's not surprising that Michael Stipe was writing and singing with such melancholy. The ominous death march intro to "Drive," the wistful guitar chord on "Man On The Moon," and the soft reeds on "Find The River" all point to a quieter moment in the R.E.M. timeline. Conceivably, Automatic was also the result of growing up with Reaganomics, television, middle class, and the lack of a social identity in the shadow of the '60's flower-child parent. "Ignoreland" addresses the alienation and vitriol political campaigning breeds, fear of parental and fraternal death is faced on "Sweetness Follows," and responses to the bleak messages of grunge appear on "Everybody Hurts" and "Drive." The connecting water images in the denouement of Automatic underscore how acutely insightful this album really is. Among the stream-of-consciousness memories of "Nightswimming," there is mourning for the loss of the exuberance and fearlessness of adolescence. The promise to symbolically keep trying to "Find The River," with its hint of acceptance and growth of spirit optimistically concludes an album of intense opinion, expression, and ultimately, lamentation. This kind of stirring, emotional statement places R.E.M. a long way away from that Athens garage band who recorded the minimalist Murmur. Automatic For The People doesn't just prove that R.E.M. have stood the test of time, it proves to be R.E.M.'s finest moment. All Music Turning away from the sweet pop of Out of Time, R.E.M. created a haunting, melancholy masterpiece with Automatic for the People. At its core, the album is a collection of folk songs about aging, death and loss, but the music has a grand, epic sweep provided by layers of lush strings, interweaving acoustic instruments and shimmering keyboards. Automatic for the People captures the group at a crossroads, as they moved from cult heroes to elder statesmen, and the album is a graceful transition into their new status. It is a reflective album, with frank discussions on mortality, but it is not a despairing record — "Nightswimming," "Everybody Hurts" and "Sweetness Follows" have a comforting melancholy, while "Find the River" provides a positive sense of closure. R.E.M. have never been as emotionally direct as they are on Automatic for the People, nor have they ever created music quite as rich and timeless, and while the record is not an easy listen, it is the most rewarding record in their oeuvre. Adrian’s Album Reviews Maybe you've got the television on in the back-ground. Maybe you've just got an imagination and sometimes hear music in your head that's seemingly come from nowhere, and you can't place. Perhaps this music, real or imagined can pop into your ears and brain whilst listening to a completely different record, and it startles you. Perhaps some avant-garde Jazz piano part will come floating by when you're listening to 'Guinevere' by Crosby Stills and Nash. A gorgeous song, for sure, but suddenly this Jazz piano part comes floating by, just for a few seconds, and you're thinking to yourself, 'wow - if only they'd put something like that in there!' There are stories of unreleased albums so perfect in the imagination of their composers.... they just couldn't be recorded or captured anything other than imperfectly. On the other hand, there are also a few songs where it's impossible even to imagine an extra part, or anything being done different than it already is. 'Automatic For The People' even with the strings sections and everything else being 'correct' isn't a perfect record. And, no. I'm not going to be picking on the little instrumental, as it serves a purpose here. I can't say anything from this entire record is bad, as equally I can't imagine much of this material being performed in any other way in terms of adding or subtracting parts. So, why doesn't this float my boat, light my fire, have me jumping through hoops? Or why doesn't it have me break down in tears of joy at emotions raised, hopes lost, memories gained? This album is almost entirely a perfect exercise in A-Z, an equation. But, it's a beautiful equation! |
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