Summer Teeth

What do you say about one of our generation's most defining albums when no one has heard of it? The music, lyrics, and that undefinable edge of this album rank it as an all time classic, but few critics would rank this in their top picks. The reason is simple: Wilco's success has always been limited to intelligent discerning individuals looking for great music-not the next big thing. Wilco might never become Top-40 radio darlings, or their next album might propel them to popularity on par with the Beatles. Either way, they remain one of the best bands out there-no matter what genre of music you listen to.

Summerteeth is a miasma of rock, pop, and country music swirled into an amazing tapestry of sound. The songs evoke hard and true feelings: bitter anguish and bubbling euphoria. Like all truly great albums by truly great bands, they defy description and they work together. Wilco doesn't use cheesy concepts or themes to tie their songs to one another, but this is one disc you have to listen to all the way through to appreciate.

In the end, that greatness may be their commericial undoing. Although certain tracks would certainly work on pop radio, they're not as good by themselves. To hear one of Summerteeth's songs without hearing the rest of the album is like reading a single and random chapter of a great novel-it may be good reading while you're reading it, but you have to read the whole thing to appreciate its magnitude.

Buy this album, and listen to it, and it alone, for a week. Then buy Yankee Foxtrot Hotel and A Ghost Is Born and consider yourself a Wilco fanatic. Trust me-it's worth it.

PS: also check out Greg Kot's forthcoming (June 15th) book on the Wilco. Greg is the Chicago Tribune's lead rock critic and one of the most honest and earnest voices out there today. His reviews are right on and transcend criticism to bring you the true story and significance of the music.

This was the first Wilco album I listened to, and (cliche, I know) was quite blown away. I was giddy for three days. Now I've been a shamelessly obsessive Wilco fan for 5 years or so, and can better digest what this album represents. Take the defining alt-country band Uncle Tupelo, launch a spinoff with Tweedy as frontman, Tweedy takes over, steers the band to ever more progressive obtuse pop. This is the first album where that direction was clear: the irrevocable departure from straight ahead roots rock towards an unknown realm of experimentation (though their latest work remains unapologetically listenable, unlike much of the other stuff promulgated by the likes of Captain Beefheart). Here we still see fairly simple country based ditties, but even in these is visible the desire of Tweedy and company to get a little darker, scarier, more surreal at times. There are upbeat rockers aplenty (Shot in the Arm, Can't Stand It) but listen to the lyrics and you'll see they're well beyond boymeetsgirl. There are breezy country-rock styled riffs, but again, scratch the surface and you'll hear Jeff Tweedy singing about growing old, fighting loneliness, etc. Bonus track Candyfloss is a shameless Beach Boys raveup, pure hyperglycemic pleasure. My two favorites are quite dark: She's a Jar (somehow it's about physical abuse and pervasive disappointment, though the lyric is a bit obtuse at times)and Via Chicago (darkest imagery, powerfully presented).
Even with the breakthroughs of Yankee Hotel Foxtrot and A Ghost is Born (their two subsequent albums) Summerteeth remains my favorite. The next two continue to depart from the pop mainstream while remaining quite accessible; Summerteeth was closer in, more comforting, more satisfying in a very basic way.

Poetic lyrics, excellent production, wonderful melodies, truly the best album I have ever heard and one I cannot go a week without listening to at least once. If the beatles could have made one more album and brian wilson produced it, it might sound like summerteeth. Just go buy it, words cannot describe how great an album it is.