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Other people might capture the individual sides of the coin better - Jeff Buckley's "Lover, You Should've Come Over" and Dylan's "You're A Big Girl Now" jump to mind for the former at least, while Massive Attack's "Protection" addresses the latter more directly - but I've never heard a song that hits both so squarely and fearlessly.

Here the name of the game is confusion, as the songs ploughs through all the stages of a self-destructive, emotionally abusive relationship from 'what was I thinking when I let go of you? Again, it's the conflict between the twin emotional forces - self-hating soul-searching against blind devotion - that makes it so special.

Yankee Hotel Foxtrot could consist of just those two songs and it'd probably still be a classic. Truth is, it took me about 5 listens to even pay attention to any other song. But these other tracks aren't makeweights - the sprightly "Kamera", the maudlin "Radio Cure", the resigned "Ashes of American Flags", and the ecstatic pairing of "Heavy Metal Drummer" and "I'm the Man Who Lovess You" are all as good as the highpoints of Wilco's other albums, and when you consider that this includes songs as good as "On and On and On" and "Spiders Kidsmoke ", that's no idle boast.

The simple answer is that Yankee Hotel Foxtrot sounds like a statement; it simply doesn't register on a gut level that something as simultaneously epic and homespun as this doesn't have some huge link to real world events.

It's just one of those albums. For me, though, it's enough that these are some of the first songs I'd turn to if I were choosing the soundtrack of my own existence. Tweet Recent reviews by this author. Lana Del Rey Paradise. Scott Walker Bish Bosch. Susanne Sundfor The Silicone Veil. Pepe Deluxe Queen of the Wave. Ode to Joy. Star Wars. The Whole Love. You hear a sonic detail for the first time.

You scramble for the lyric sheet as a new connection or potential meaning reveals itself. Perhaps he suffered most in my estimation because of the inevitable and unfortunate comparison with former UT bandmate, Jay Farrar. Each subsequent Wilco album tempered that opinion, as Tweedy continued to experiment and Farrar remained on more-or-less familiar but sublime territory. Indeed, I should have abandoned my bias after the evolutionary combo of Being There and Summerteeth.

Well, I am biased no longer. To be sure, there are familiar phrases, melodies, and riffs aplenty. The lavish care bestowed in making this album is obvious. I know every one of these songs inside and out. What else do the recently broken-up do? The very first line in this album is "I am an American aquarium drinker," and I certainly felt like an aquarium drinker in those days.

How could I possibly relate to that? The song starts out with a cacophony, sort of reminiscent of the swelling breakdown in the middle of the Beatles' "A Day in the Life," complete with alarm clock, and turns into a lovely meditation on loss and longing and loneliness.

I could write a paragraph for every song on this album but won't. Foxtrot" at the end of "Poor Places," sounding like a doomed transmission from a forgotten spaceship, which is really what the end of a relationship feels like.

As it turns out, that voice was lifted from a record of shortwave radio transmissions and Wilco settled the resulting copyright infringement lawsuit out of court. Now Wilco is shorthand for "Dad rock," and they're considered square because they're beloved by Gen X like me and we're square and out of it, but this record was so weird and out there at the time that Wilco's label Reprise turned it down and refused to release it so Wilco signed with Nonesuch, although both were owned by Warner so I guess all the money - or not that much money - went to the same place.

It's not hard to see why - a lot of the song structures are unconventional and it takes a few listens to really get into, but it's so beautiful and stark that it rewards the time you spend with it. My breakup, as it turns out, was a relief; I didn't know how deep in despair I had sunk until I freed myself of it.

Does this album deserve to be in the Top ? Even taken at face value and without my personal baggage, yes. I'm not even much of a Wilco fan, nor do I have a significant personal relationship with it beyond loving it, and the fact that the cover always reminds me of a particular Chicago trip , but you can't deny how weird and beautiful and unlike anything else released in this album was.

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