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Spotlights [Issue
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Wilco:
Ghost Of A Chance
By
Dean Truitt

After the premature
demise of Uncle Tupelo, Jeff Tweedy and his cohorts licked their wounds and
regrouped to form Wilco, the reckoning force behind alt-countrys incredible
growth over the last ten years. From the very first notes of their 1995 debuts
opener, I Must Be High, anyone with ears could quickly discern that
there was subdued electricity surging within the band. Each successive CD release
by Wilco has demonstrated fearless artistic exploration and met with favorable
response. .
More than any
of their previous albums, their latest, A Ghost Is Born, carries a spiritual
presence that permeates the entire albums tone and mood. In a time when
studio perfection and digital trickery are industry standards, Wilco has always
appeared to have no interest in joining the club. Conversely, they are more
than willing, even pleased, to have natural imperfections and realize songs
are ultimately rough diamonds. The first track, At Least Thats What
You Said, conjures the wistful lament of Neil Youngs finest work
from the After the Gold Rush era. Tweedys somewhat detached melancholy
is always rendered without overbearing venom in his voice, which makes his storytelling
all the more convincing. It would be very easy to believe that most songs in
Wilcos oeuvre are derived from hard-earned experience.
A casual atmosphere encircles A Ghost Is Born like clouds of smoke in
a bar about to close on Saturday night. The swampy, contagious piano lick of
Hell Is Chrome quickly subsides and defers to a sparsely decorated
Tweedy vocal and some stinging electric guitars. One gets the impression that
the material is very fresh and the band has to communicate with live interaction
to attain the blistering, realistic interpretation. Drummer Glenn Kotches
steady guidance skillfully endures many lengthy jams, which could have possibly
been curtailed a bit to provide the album with more focus; however, a group
of exceptional musicians earnestly improvising and groping for the next magical
moment is never something to criticize.
Curiously, the band successfully balances between the past and future. The feel
of Wishful Thinking, while not overtly avant garde, evokes a slightly
otherworldly atmosphere found on certain Flaming Lips recordings. The
CD closes with The Late Greats, an upbeat, biting satire that mocks
the precariously and pathetically safe world of the corporate music industry
and its sad casualties. No matter what avenue they choose to travel, Wilco may
take a few wrong turns, but always manage to find their way.
A Ghost Is Born
Nonesuch
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