Review: Enduring rock favourites Wilco are now onto album number 11. It is a stripped back affair but one that still offer sup the sort of singalong choruses fans keep coming back for, as well as lyrics that are as expressive as ever. They come from Jeff Tweedy who is in as fine form as ever, while guitars around him vary from acoustic and gentle to more raw and rousing. The drums are nicely deadened to lend the tracks some weight and various personal crises are mused upon through the course of another timeless record from these tried and tested indie heroes.
Review: There's a chance this Liverpudlian four piece will be familiar by now. This, their 11th studio outing, first unveiled as the 1960s slipped into the 70s, is a bonafide epic from an outfit that weren't lacking in epics; in many ways a culmination of their time together, marking the end of their active years and beginning of their legacy. By this stage, then, they've emerged from years spent on the inner journey and time on the outer, space cadeting to the hallucinogenic fuelled tones of "Sgt. Peppers" and "Revolver". Of course, there's still plenty of explorations happening, but the gritty blues rock of opening track "Come Together" really sets the tone. Five decades on, it still sounds great and maybe even better than you remember. Even if you own the original, this anniversary edition is worth having.