Love will be our strongest weapon.

“So am I with you or am I against? I don’t think it’s that easy, we’re lost in regret.” This line (from “The Outsiders,” featuring A Tribe Called Quest‘s Q-Tip) emerges as the central theme in Around the Sun — R.E.M.’s 13th album — which was released today. And, while it may take a few more listens than usual to differentiate among the many glum mid-tempo tracks on this album, I’d say Around the Sun is easily R.E.M.’s most cohesive album since Monster. Peter Buck, Mike Mills, and new drummer Bill Rieflin have finally emerged with a confident sound that incorporates the musical experimentation of Up and Reveal with the classic jingly-jangly R.E.M. we all remember from the Bill Berry era. In fact, I think Around the Sun compares favorably to the Automatic days, when the Athens boys enjoyed their widest popularity stateside with a similarly disconsolate set of songs.

Early word on Around the Sun was that we were in for a very political album, one swept up in and honed on progressive outrage over Dubya excess. And, while such sentiments appear explicitly on “Final Straw” (released in 2002 during the build-up to the war in Iraq) and “I Wanted to Be Wrong” (“We can’t approach the Allies because they seem a little peeved.“), Michael Stipe’s political sermonizing is never as overt as, on say, “Exhuming McCarthy,” “Cuyahoga,” or “Welcome to the Occupation” in the Life’s Rich Pageant/Document era.

Instead, for R.E.M. this time around, the political is personal. In fact, the band doesn’t seem angry so much as disheartened. From the opening track (and first single) “Leaving New York” (“It’s easier to leave than to be left behind“) a large majority of songs on Around the Sun dwell not on political causes but on the “Aftermath” (also the name of the second single) of shattered relationships…the turmoil, bitterness, conflict, and — eventually — grudging acceptance that accompanies a love run its course. On the cascading “Make it All Ok“: “So you worked out your excuses, turned away and shut the door. The world’s too vast for us now, and you wanted to explore.” On “High-Speed Train” (whose crunchy metallic drone makes the minor-key railroad rock of Driver 8 seem like a pleasure ride): “You’ve mirrored my best disguise and turned it back on me.” On “The Worst Joke Ever“: “Some things don’t hold up over the course of a lifetime.” On “The Ascent of Man“: “I’m so in love I won’t attract, and with my hands tied I won’t crack, ’cause in my mind I called you back.” This despondent cloud over the album reaches its apex — or nadir, actually — in the album’s relentlessly downbeat stand-out track, “Boy in the Well“: “It’s that sinking feeling, you know what it’s bringing on…I see it, I feel it, this town is going wrong.” Forget “Fall on Me“: On Around the Sun, the sky has already fallen, and it’s all about picking up the pieces.

To be sure, all this oppressive dwelling on lost loves can be tough to take, and I can see how some critics might feel like R.E.M. have hit a thematic rut here. Even “Wanderlust,” the only relatively peppy track on the disc, doesn’t avoid the album’s general gloom: “Looks like the world revolves around me. Looks like it’s falling down.” Simply put, it’s hard not to come out of a listen to Around the Sun feeling somewhat dejected. But the payoff is there, in a way, in the last track (strangely enough for R.E.M., also named “Around the Sun“): “Hold on world ’cause you don’t know what’s coming. Hold on world ’cause I’m not jumping off. Hold onto this boy a little longer, take another trip around the sun.” Soon thereafter, in the final moments, “Around the Sun” changes keys, a ray of light pierces the clouds, and the album floats away in a sort-of-Beach-Boys shimmer (done much more successfully than any of the attempts to do this on Reveal): “Let my dreams set me free. Believe. Believe. Now now now now now now…

As with love, Around the Sun seems to argue by the end, so with America. R.E.M. could easily have hammered the anti-Dubya agenda much harder on this album, and judging from early reports on the Vote for Change tour, it sounds like they’ll be doing so extensively at their live shows. But, in a way, Around the Sun sets its goal at something broader. Don’t let Dubya’s travesty of an administration dishonor your admiration for the American ideal. And don’t let the pains, compromises, and betrayals of this world steal from you your heart. “Do I even dare to speak? To dream? Believe?,” asks “Around the Sun.” The answer is Yes, “Give me a voice so strong I can question what I have seen.” Hold on to the dream. Believe.

It’s All Greek to Me.

The final trailer for Oliver Stone’s Alexander hits the web. I dunno…I like Stone’s movies more than most, but I’m getting a serious Moreau-vibe from Val Kilmer, and Angelina Jolie appears to be channeling Kate Beckinsale in Van Helsing.

Life after Shrek.

If The Incredibles doesn’t satisfy your itch for CGI-animation this fall, it looks like there’s much more to come. First, Ewan MacGregor goes all Threepio in Robots (also with Halle Berry and Robin Williams), while Ben Stiller, Jada Pinkett Smith, David Schwimmer, Chris Rock (and, surprisingly, Ali G) speak for the animals in Madagascar. I’m not really feeling either of these, to be honest. Madagascar in particular looks like a cutscene from Monkey Island.

Feeling Rock, Seeing Spots.

In comic casting news, Laurie Holden (a.k.a. Marita Covarrubias of The X-Files) is rumored to have been cast as The Thing’s fiancee Debbie in Fantastic Four (Debbie? I take it she’s pre-Alicia Masters, who may be played by Kerry Washington of She Hate Me.) And Simon Pegg, whose praises I was just singing as Shaun of the Dead, may be up for Rorschach in The Watchmen. Ooh, that’s a great idea.

Courtiers to the King.

It seems Meryl Streep, Kate Winslet, and Mark Ruffalo may be joining Sean Penn (Willie Stark) and Jude Law (Jack Burden) in the forthcoming remake of All the King’s Men. Streep is apparently set to play Sadie, Willie’s long-suffering right-hand woman, which must make Winslet and Ruffalo Anne and Adam Stanton respectively.

No Brains Please, We’re British.

Not to beat a dead horse, but Shaun (Simon Pegg of Spaced) is having a bad go of it. He’s a working stiff killing time at a dead-end job. His relationship with his long-term girlfriend — who has decided he’s a deathly bore — has given up the ghost. His patience with his deadbeat flatmate is on its last legs. And, just as all his hopes for this world seem to have gone six feet under, the rest of the neighborhood starts acting rather strangely…

A friend of mine saw the trailer for Shaun of the Dead and noted it looked like a zombie movie written by The Kinks. That’s actually a pretty good shorthand for this wry, witty film, although it eschews Ray Davies-like bitterness for a romantic comedy sweet that, for the most part, fits quite well. In fact, for the first hour or so, Shaun of the Dead is a total gas, particularly as Shaun and his couch-potato roommate Ed (Nick Frost) verrry slowly get wise to the shambling undead amidst them.

The only missteps in Shaun of the Dead occur in the last thirty minutes or so, right about the time Queen blares on the Winchester’s jukebox and, soon thereafter, when our heroes find themselves embroiled in an unlikely Mexican Standoff. For one, the film’s tone falls off its comic-horror razor’s edge and veers a little too abruptly into the standard zombie tropes. More problematic, all of the characters we’ve been following start making stupid decisions which can’t be explained by the duress of their situation. (Fortunately, the film finds its footing again in the closing scenes.)

Despite these small lapses, though, Shaun of the Dead is a fall fanboy film treat, filled to the brim with quality dry Brit humour. Whatsmore, Shaun is particularly fun for both Romero fans (“We’re coming to get you, Barbara!”) and Anglophiles (As Shaun and Ed try to decide which records to use as Zombie Decapitators: “The Stone Roses?” “No!” “Second Coming?” “I liked it!”) In fact, I was previously thinking of picking up a grey hoodie and channeling Donnie Darko this Halloween, but perhaps a Shaun-like goatee and nametag might be the way to go…