Bradley R. Weissenberger wrote:My R.E.M. hating friend then acknowledged that he might be hopelessly predisposed to hate R.E.M. simply because of a temporal accident. That is, R.E.M. arrived on the tail end of punk's cultural ascendence and possessed, at least superficially -- and to the chagrin of entrenched punks -- some of the same elements that a casual observer might perceive as "punk" (despite the fact that they have little to do with punk). Simply put, my friend felt that he might have had no choice but to hate R.E.M. simply because of when both he and they arrived, just as Duane Eddy and Link Wray fans might have disliked Buddy Holly.
This echoes a previous post, wherein Brad stated that no one is more readily predisdposed to unfairly dismiss REM out of hand than 80's punks. I recognize that there might be some truth to this. I wonder, however, if that matters. What I mean is that we tend to embrace our own musical loves above and beyond any logic, yet if someone denigrates one of those loves, we expect that enmity to hold up to logical critical scrutiny. Just an observation.
That said, if I can recall what was going on in my fifteen-year-old mind, I'll try to list the reasons I developed my initial dislike for REM:
1. The critical stink made over their "jangly" guitars. As someone who was already way into "power pop" bands like Shoes, the Flamin' Groovies, and Cheap Trick, not to mention The Byrds, I saw nothing innovative about this technique. There was no evidence that I could hear to support REM's being any more "innovative" at rehashing tried and true Rickenbaker strategies than Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers, another outfit who early on strove for "street cred" while obviously harboring major corporate ambitions.
2. As a singer and songwriter who, even as a teen, prided himself on writing well-crafted lyrics, I suspected that Stipe's trademark mumble masked a total lack of substance, that it reflected, if not total-full-of-shitness, then at least a kind of cryptic vapidity.
3. I read an interview in
Spin in which Stipe indeed came off as one of the most pompous, pretentious simps I've ever seen quoted in print, the kind of adolescent imagination that equates obscurity with profundity, evasion with mystery, obfuscation with real ambiguity.
In REM's defense, I was delighted to read that they once covered Lou Gramm's "Midnight Blue," one of the finest singles of the 1980's, a grossly underappreciated song.
In the end, however, Seven Chinese Brothers equal one big steaming pile of CRAP.