Wilco

A pretty boring week made better by one of those rare discoveries of a band you've never heard of that you instantly love. Was completely oblivious to the existance of this Chicago based band, although the name of it's major creative power - Jeff Tweady - did ring a small bell. Heard their latest first (pictured), and drawn by the eerie melodies mixed with strange and intoxicating sonic experimentations going on in the background and around the edges, had to test their earlier stuff too. From country roots originally, later dubbed alt-country (by who?), would normally put me off but from the double disc Being There onward it just blew me away. Yankee Hotel Foxtrot is probably their best to date, a difficult album apparently, with production angst and record label squabbles along with disputes within the band - their exists a documentary feature on the making of, which I'd love to see sometime soon. Meanwhile I continue to be impressed by the tunes. 9/10 Kx