Jeff Tweedy and Wilco keep releasing one fantastic album after the other. It's been a long time since they played anything that can be categorised as "alt-country", but at its core Wilco still sings about the American experience and in that way they are quintessentially Americana. But pop, punk, psychedelia, swing and other genres seep through in Tweedy's idiosyncratic songwriting making this original blend something more...
They played songs from every one of their albums, with an emphasis on Wilco Schmilco and Yankee Hotel Foxtrot. Nels Cline is such a phenomenal guitarist, adding color and texture to the songs, jazzy with occasional stabs of barb-wired noise that put all the other parts in perspective and never gets in the way, even when he lets loose.
Jeff Tweedy is an endearing presence, a born storyteller who is at once charismatic and unassuming, funny and melancholic, shyly introducing his songs one minute and dancing with carefree abandon the next.
I can't believe it's been over two decades since their debut AM. And if someone had told me back then that this band would go on to become one of the best of its generation, making music that is constantly moving and exciting, selling millions of records and selling out concert halls all over the planet, I wouldn't have been the least bit surprised.
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