The Whole Wilco: Tweedy Finds a Fix for the Fits

Just as their home base of Chicago sits between LA and New York, Wilco occupies a vast middle ground, having been dubbed with the seemingly opposite labels of “alt-country pioneers” and “the American Radiohead.” Somehow they both fit, as evidenced on their fine new LP The Whole Love. And all that ground between those two labels is the area that Wilco has been working in the decade since their consensus “best album,” 2001’s Yankee Hotel Foxtrot.

Fans and detractors alike are tough on this band as far as expectations. Their albums are all “good” so we take them for granted (not unlike The Roots if you want a strange-but-fitting comparison). When they’re not great, we accuse them of phoning it in, but when they get too ambitious, we say they’re trying too hard. They can’t win. We find them either too boring or too weird.

“Found a fix for the fits/
Listen to this/
It’s buried under the hiss… and it glows”

Jeff Tweedy’s personal fits with addiction and depression are known and don’t need to be re-examined here. But on top of those, and even in his recent sober/happy days, he’s still battled fits of trying to live up to or match the masterful Yankee Hotel Foxtrot album without remaking it. Wilco has tried everything: the experimental, the poppy, the rootsy, the Dad rock; usually all within one album. Yet somehow there were enough near misses that most of us resigned ourselves to the idea that Wilco would never make another truly great album again, but they’d continuing making good ones and that was okay.

Until now. The Whole Love sounds to me a lot like Summerteeth, the underrated gem of a record that serves as the bridge between their two “best” albums, Being There and YHF, both chronologically and sonically. Just something about the way several of the tracks literally bounce along. The songwriting, and the performance and sound of it, it just feels effortless, though I admit that I have no idea what that means and it’s a ridiculous way to describe an album.

Opening track “Art of Almost,” and the closer “One Sunday Morning (Song For Jane Smiley’s Boyfriend)” are truly epic in the pre-internet sense of the word. Both are absolute stunners, and perfect bookends for a set this strong.

“Dawned On Me,” another classic-pop bouncer, has Tweedy admitting “I’ve been taken by the sound of my own voice/and the voices in my head,” and later drops this gem: “The sun rises and sets/As a sun at it’s best.”

Sleeper creeper tracks like “Black Moon,” “Red Rising Lung,” and “Sunloathe” have a classic Wilco mellow beauty to them that’s reminiscent of their finest work. But that glow is buried under a little hiss. And slowly but surely, in many ways this album sounds and feels as much like YHF as it does Summerteeth. The strings are always perfect, never forced or schmaltzy. There’s enough weird trippy trickerations for the folks with headphones, but all the sounds serve the track. There’s no 13 minutes of noise or any kinda bullshit like that. The only thing “missing” per se, would be a “Bull Black Nova” or “Spiders (Kidsmoke)” type of hypnotic jam. Unconventional and underrated drummer Glenn Kotche is as tasteful and effective as ever, while Nels Cline’s guitar is typically furious.

Something about “Open Mind” seems to echo the sound of “Wishful Thinking,” while Tweedy reminds us that “I will throw myself underneath the wheels of any train of thought.” Yea, we know Jeff. This is the same guy who sang “I dreamed of killing you again last night, and it felt alright to me” in 1999, and in a 2004 song, “spiders are filling out tax returns.”

It’s probably cliché, but this is a perfect example of a band hitting that sweet spot where they nail the all-encompassing Classic “Best-Since…” album their fans have waited for, as well as the most accessible record for potential new fans, without “accessible” meaning “non-threatening, like The Eagles,” which is what dogged their 2007 album Sky Blue Sky.

They finally figured out how to take everything they do well, and put it all on one record without overextending themselves. It helps that the songs are great. They’ve always been “good,” but what a difference it makes when they are great.

Essentially, this is The Whole Wilco.

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6 Comments

  1. I agree with the Summerteeth comparison. That was my impression upon first listen. But I don’t think Jeff Tweedy, or the rest of the band for that matter, have been concerned with or “trying” to live up to or make another Yankee Hotel Foxtrot (which was released in 2002, by the way).

    I think their focus has always been — from day one — to make a musical statement that best captures whatever moods, vibes and themes they’re working through at that particular time in the band.

    Just looking at the records made by this particular lineup can illustrate that: Sky Blue Sky was the sound of six guys working together in a studio for the first time, exploring common ground. Wilco (The Album) was the sound of the same band further developing those themes and gaining more confidence as a unit. The Whole Love is the sound of this lineup now in its prime, producing the best music they’ve made since they formed seven years ago.

    And this record sounds tremendous in headphones.

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    1. good point(s) Andrew. I agree that Tweedy and the gang probably dont think about living up to YHF or anything else, and they most likely don’t write lyrics about their career, despite my use of “found a fix for the fits/listen to this” implying that they do.

      it is mostly just a projection of fans/critics, hence the always-high expectations surrounding their new album releases.

      thanks for reading!

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