R.E.M. - Reckoning Side one
"Harborcoat" – 3:54
"7 Chinese Bros." – 4:18
"So. CentralRain (I'm Sorry)" – 3:15
"Pretty Persuasion" – 3:50
"Time After Time (AnnElise)" – 3:31
Side Two
"Second Guessing" – 2:51
"Letter Never Sent" – 2:59
"Camera" – 5:52
"(Don't GoBack To) Rockville" – 4:32
"Little America" – 2:58
I spent most of the 1980's wilfully avoiding REM as I was far too busy being a sullen little English indie kid, despising America in general, and reserving my venom for the American Music Scene. Why waste time on college rock when there was an new EP by another sub-C86 band to track down?
I only got into REM when I started working in a record shop, and decided to educate myself prior to the release of
Out Of Time in 1990. This was when Madchester ruled the world, and the record shop was in thrall to the be-flared delights of the Happy Mondays and the Stone Roses, the excesses of E culture and the rave scene. And Phil Collins. I'm still trying to forget Phil Collins. We decided to treat the customers of HMV Preston to the delights of REM every morning for weeks on end.
The back catalogue was duly raided, and in my opinion Reckoning stands out as their finest album from the IRS years, and despite the world behemoth that REM became in the 1990's, this album still stands up as a coherent reminder of why they became so big - they had the songwriting chops, the musical arrangements are so tight, the harmonies delicious, the choruses are verging on the anthemic grandeur of
Green,
Out Of Time and beyond. The subtlety of the songs on Reckoning also provide the cues for the more downbeat sounds of albums like
Automatic for The People.
It clocks in under 40 minutes, and every song fits together perfectly. I love Time After Time (AnnElise); but Don't Go Back To Rockville remains one of my all time favourite songs of all time. Melancholy, wistful, deliberate, I still change the lyrics and replace 'Rockville' with 'Rochdale'.
I barely listen to REM again these days, it seems as if they're just another band from my youth - they meant so much back then, but they've been cast aside so cheaply, someone else to skip past in iTunes...
...and yet...this album has just taken me back nineteen years to my youth, the long hot summer of 1990, Italia 90 on the TV, promises delivered, opportunities knocked, squandered, seized; Stipe covering some of the universals truths of youth, wise before his time, refusing to waste another year...I listened. I never went back to Rochdale. I've never wasted another year.