R.E.M. Automatic For The People | 25th Anniversary

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Over the course of the promo cycle for R.E.M.s eighth album, Automatic for the People, Michael Stipe came out as a balding man. Not that anyone was surprisedas of 1991s Out of Time, the singers famous cloak of curls had given way to a tidy short cut, and the videos for Automatic for the Peoples singles had effectively become showcases for Stipes hat collection. By the time the clip for the albums bittersweet final single, Find the River, surfaced in the fall of 1993, Stipes backwards baseball cap could no longer conceal his failing follicles.

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While hair loss is common among men over 30, you dont often see it happen to the lead singer of a major rock band at the height of its popularity. It mustve been especially trying for Stipe, who not only used his long locks as a security blanket (The hair helped a lot to hide who I was, he would tell The Guardian in 2007), but also had to contend with spurious rumors that suggested his changing visage was a function of declining health. Yet for all the stress it may have caused him at the time, Stipes fading hairline was an effective advertisement for an austere but nakedly emotional album consumed by the anxiety of aging, the inevitability of death, the loss of innocence, and the impossibility of holding on to the past.

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With the release of Automatic for the People, R.E.M. firmly entered their elder-statesmen phase, just as the next wave of alternative rock was cresting. R.E.M.s career up to that point had represented the platonic ideal of a left-of-center rock band infiltrating the mainstreama step-by-step process that saw the band turn bolder and its audience get bigger with each album, culminating in the multi-platinum, MTV-saturating success of Out of Time. Ironically, Automatic for the People arrived in a post-Nevermind world where all that careful groundwork was being razed by overzealous major labels desperately seeking the next Nirvana. At the same time, the amped-up, aggressive nature of grunge threatened to make R.E.M.s increasingly refined, mandolin-plucked pop seem, well, out of time. – Pitchfork