WILCO are an intimidating band for some. Six albums into a complicated and genre-hopping career, you’ve probably already decided whether or not the Chicago band are for you.
While most hardcore Wilco fans would probably rave about the dark genius of their most recent work, we reckon they peaked in 1999 with melody-laden third album Summerteeth. ‘Pop’ is our middle name after all.
The paradoxical wonder of Summerteeth is that the merriness of its music will convince you the album is upbeat, practically masking the depth of Jeff Tweedy’s inner turmoil which is laid bare in lyrics like “You know she begs me not to hit her” and “I dreamed about killing you again last night/And it felt alright to me”.
It’s unlikely you’ll find the 2007 model of Wilco in party mood when they headline Indian Summer this Saturday but with the likes of Nothing’severgonnastandinmyway(again) in their back catalogue, they’ve long since earned the right to indulge themselves.