The first impressions are of something a little less contemplative and perhaps even less lyrical than
Murmur. The mystery that Stipe and the gang cultivated early in REM's career never again seemed so evident. Even the sequencing, the first three songs could all be singles, suggests an attempt at warding off any journalistic attempt to grace the album with masterpiece status.
Reckoning is the shy one, sitting in the corner full of things to say, yet doing its darndest to divert attention at every opportunity.