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Wilco- Wilco (The Album)

July 20, 2009

Wilco (The Album)
Wilco
Wilco (The Album)
June 30th 2009
Nonesuch Records

The danger of writing an unabashedly and deliberate self-referential album is immense. It is often the kind of indulgence that eternally condemns and confines many records of its kind to Best Buy bargain bins. Of course there are the great cannon makers who will always be remembered for their eponymous contributions, Led Zeppelin I, II, III, & IV; The Who Sell Out; The Beatles (commonly referred to as The White Album); etc. Wilco goes beyond imprinting their name on a record or a song (in this case both). Blaring their self awareness, they have titled their newest record Wilco (the Album), and the first song on the release Wilco (The Song). But with all this narcissism, the album’s contents are not Xeroxed copies and remakes. The songs are fresh.

Mist

The band has moved effortlessly from their post Uncle Tupelo reformations, A.M and Being There, through the nascence of Summerteeth to their seminal Nonesuch release Yankee Hotel Foxtrot and then on to the whammy crazed, Nels Cline addled A Ghost is Born, which won a basket full of awards—partly based on merit and partly based on the cachet accumulated by the release of I Am Trying to Break Your Heart: A Film About Wilco—arguably the greatest music DVD ever released. The film documents the production of Yankee Hotel Foxtrot, cementing their status as industry underdog, giving even more attention to their follow up. From there they released a live CD documenting their 2005 show at The Vic in Chicago and later in 2007, Sky Blue Sky—a masterful retreat into neighborhood nostalgia and hometown reflection. With such a varied spectrum of song typology, where was Wilco to go? Their answer was a satirical celebration of themselves. The answer was Wilco (The Album).

Unquestionably the most polished and produced record of Wilco’s catalogue, this newest venture sees the band marinade amongst themselves. They are like an old married couple, the husband and wife begin to look alike. Cline and Tweedy alternate and converge through scales of distortion and wild free form feedback. Pat Sansone plays it straight with his standard roots rock licks that occasionally serve to anchor an otherwise frenetic guitar section. The album is eclectic in itself at times characterized by experimental loops and other times by subdued pop melodies. Leslie Feist duets with Tweedy on the song You and I. The song is soft and easy. It is a perfect midpoint between the pop orchestration the erupts in the beginning, Wilco (The Song), and the record’s conclusion, Everlasting, a song with subtle experimentation and a beautiful outro of wisping loops of Wilco’s signature guitar medley of Tweedy and Cline.

Yo La Tengo

Wilco’s performance at Keyspan Park in Coney Island was worth the $55. I broke my own ethics in buying the tickets. No show should cost this much. When bands price themselves that high, it is a “fuck you” heard loud and clear. But I bought the tickets anyway and solemnly swallowed my convictions knowing that I’d get to see Yo La Tengo open. The predication of Ira Kaplan’s distorted wall of noise to the Tweedy/Cline symposium was phenomenal. It was like seeing my two favorite two cousins. The show lasted three sets. This confused me because I was pretty sure Tweedy was a little put off by the audience. It was tough to tell whether he was mocking the thousands of fans, many of whom were middle aged khaki wearing stiffs with pink ball caps or fraternity brothers sucking down fifths of Southern Comfort and screaming “wooo hooo” like Homer Simpson. At one point he stood in disbelief, shoulders ashrug when the crowd continued to sing Take Me Out to the Ball Game when he jokingly suggested it was his next tune. This underscores Tweedy’s dickishness but it doesn’t explain why he gave us everything that night. No matter the reason, it was a brilliant and a great show. Wilco is/are absolutely classic in every sense.

UPDATE: A reader points out that Nels Cline did not in fact play on A Ghost is Born. This is a misperception on my part stemming from the fact that I saw the group tour for A Ghost is Born and Nels was aboard. Thank you very much John-Paul for the correction. Somehow it is indeed more satisfying that Tweedy plays those solos himself. Though Nels is incredible.

8/9

-FF

http://www.myspace.com/wilco
http://www.wilcoworld.net/

Other Records
A.M.-1995
Being There-1996
Summerteeth-1999
Yankee Hotel Foxtrot-2002
A Ghost Is Born-2004
Kicking Television: Live in Chicago-2005
Sky Blue Sky-2007

SETLIST Courtesy of Stereo Gum

Set 1

01 “Wilco (The Song)”
02 “I Am Trying to Break Your Heart”
03 “Shot in the Arm”
04 “At Least That’s What You Said”
05 “Bull Black Nova”
06 “You Are My Face”
07 “One Wing”
08 “Handshake Drugs”
09 “Deeper Down”
10 “Impossible Germany”
11 “Jesus Etc.”
12 “Sonny Feeling”
13 “I’m Always in Love”
14 “Can’t Stand It”
15 “Hate it Here”
16 “Walken”
17 “I’m the Man Who Loves You”
18 “Hummingbird”

Set 2

19 “Heavy Metal Drummer”
20 “You And I”@
21 “California Stars”*
22 “You Never Know”*
23 “Misunderstood”
24 “Spiders (Kidsmoke)”#

Set 3

25 “The Late Greats”
26 “Hoodoo Voodoo”*

@ w/ Feist on vocals
* w/ Feist and Ed Droste of Grizzly Bear on backup vocals and percussion
# w/ Yo La Tengo

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The Magnetic Fields- Distortion

February 27, 2008

The Magnetic Fields- Distortion

The Magnetic Fields
Distortion
January 15th 2008
Nonesuch Records

Despite my doubts about the new album Distortion from The Magnetic Fields, I was fortunate enough to be outsmarted by my neighbor, who insisted I give it a chance. Distortion is just as its name implies; it is framed in an early 80’s gothic-rock style and flooded with metallic reverberations and cavernous melodies. The Magnetic Fields have clearly drawn influence from post-punk innovators Joy Division/New Order. Much of this comparison is directed at the production of the record itself. The slightly distant and droney tone of Stephin Merritt is highly reminiscent of Mark Smith of The Fall. Hello Bend Sinister, meet Closer. At times it seems as if the zygotmatic pre-thoughts of Talking Heads wandered into the love child of The Jesus and Mary Chain and My Bloody Valentine ala Factory Records. In short this shit is potent!

The Magnetic Fields’ similarities and analogies to other bands have their down side too. Till the Bitter End has a Blonde Redhead quality that reminds me of just how much I want another Blonde Redhead album. Somehow I don’t imagine they were counting on the subliminal advertising of Magnetic Fields tunes. Drive On, Driver cannot be reconciled with the rest of the record. It is like a hot chick with bunions or a hump back (for the record, I have nothing against bunions or hump backs). But songs like Please Stop Dancing and Zombie Boy are unmistakably brilliant. Their detached and defuse pop appeal is inspiring. In a strange way they embody everything Stars want to but can’t because they are too narcissistic. The Magnetic Fields on the other hand are extremely self-reflexively aware of Distortion’s influences and have taken steps to ensure that they do not appear to take themselves too seriously. This awareness not only saves the record from obsolescence, but it is exactly what makes it so relevant to how the music industry navigates itself forward, sometimes stopping to reflect on the nostalgic moments of its past.

7/9

http://www.myspace.com/themagneticfields

Other Music
Distant Plastic Trees- 1991
The Wayward Bus- 1992
The House of Tomorrow EP- 1992
Holiday- 1994
The Charm of the Highway Strip- 1994
Get Lost- 1995
69 Love Songs- 1999
i- 2004

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