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When The Early Reviews Get It Wrong


I can only assume there are plenty of album of reviews out there that the writers of (or at least the publications that ran them) would like to have back. When Nirvana released Nevermind in 1991, Rolling Stone gave it just three stars, the same score they might reserve for a Candlebox reunion record. 10 years later, they would give a five star rating to Mick Jagger's  Goddess In The Doorway, an album even Jagger doesn't talk about too much these days.

In these particular instances, you could chalk these questionable-in-retrospect album reviews up to name recognition. Before "Smells Like Ten Spirit" broke into the mainstream, Nirvana had a fairly small following, so no one knew what a juggernaut Nevermind would become. So, to that reviewer's ears, it likely just seemed like a decent record by a band who almost certainly would not be remembered 20 years down the line. Meanwhile, Jagger's status as a music legend could very well lead certain critics to overrate his new stuff. The idea that someone of his stature could still be turning out great records into his 60s and 70s enough that critics may convince themselves that his new stuff is top notch, when in reality, it's in the middle of the pack.

There are other reasons why albums can be underrated or overrated on their initial release, however. Sometimes, one specific factor, which, in the long run, doesn't actually matter that much, will keep a critic from liking a record. Just look at the relatively low score given to Wilco's Sky Blue Sky in 2007. This was the infamous review where the album was dubbed "dad rock" while viewed as boring in comparison to 2002's Yankee Hotel Foxtrot, which is widely considered to be Wilco's masterpiece. But even if Sky Blue Sky doesn't have quite as sterling a reputation as that record, its reputation has grown considerably in the six years since its release. Where it once might have been viewed as the bastard in the Wilco catalog, it's now fit comfortably among their several other brilliant records. The accusations that the album is boring no longer seem pertinent, and the album is rightly appreciated for it's brilliant songwriting, and excellent guitar work. Honestly, the brilliance of "Impossible Germany" alone should keep this record out of anyone's shit list.

Another record that feels better with time is The Strokes Room On Fire. Admittedly, this album wasn't exactly panned when it came out 10 years ago, as numerous publications gave it four or five stars. Still, it was dogged by one unrelenting criticism: that it sounded too similar to its predecessor. Is This It made American audiences and critics fall in love with The Strokes, and many were expecting something bold and different in album #2. But while there were a few changes to their sound, a ballad like "Under Control" would have never made it on Is This I. The common consensus was that they took the safe route. In 2013, though, this criticism feels considerably less relevant. Who cares if they followed the same formula they sued on the first record? Aren't both records still brilliant? More importantly, in the decade since Room On Fire was released, we've seen The Strokes experiment with their sound, and the results haven't always been encouraging. They've sounded more and like an 80's synth-pop band on their last two records, and the transition hasn't exactly been a smooth one. In retrospect, The Strokes might have made the right decision going the safe route for album two. They were simply going with what they know best.

So, just because an album receives excessive praise or criticism on its initial release, that doesn't mean people will always feel that way. Albums that are bashed when they come out can reveal themselves to be more rewarding with time. On the other hand, albums that are release to mountains of praise can quickly lose their luster. Basically, don't take the words of the critics as gospel, because they could be saying something completely different five years later
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John Hugar



Tonight: Bob Dylan w/ Wilco and My Morning Jacket


There's been a great deal of discussion as to what stands as the area's "concert event of summer." Subjective responses and personal tastes aside, tonight's "Americanarama Festival of Music" likely holds the most impressive line-up you'll find this side of New York state with performances by America's unofficial songwriter laureate, Bob Dylan, Chicago's art rock giants, Wilco, and Jim James' offbeat folk-rock act, My Morning Jacket. Formerly linked together by the Dylan-covering I'm Not There soundtrack, the premier artists will share the stage in the flesh tonight at Darien Lake. The evening of non-stop brilliance starts at 5:30 PM with a few tickets still remaining priced around $96. 







Just Announced: AmericanaramA Festival of Music w/Bob Dylan, Wilco, & My Morning Jacket


Is it possible for Darien Lake's Performing Arts Center to have the concert of the summer? Maybe even concert of the year? This is the same venue that draws the hate of so many concert goers every summer mind you. Well, a bill of Bob Dylan, Wilco, and My Morning Jacket just may do it. Yesterday, Dylan's website announced the AmericanaramA Festival of Music and the tour will include a stop at Darien Lake on Thursday, July 18th. Ticket prices are not yet available, but there is a presale on April 30th, with tickets to the general public going on sale May 4th. Additional ticket information can be found here. Wilco and My Morning Jacket played together in Buffalo a few years back at one of the Rockin the Knox shows, still one of my all time favorite Buffalo shows, and to add Bob Dylan to the bill, well thats just swell. For one night, you may just have to suck it up and go to Darien Lake. You will never have to go again. In the mean time, check out My Morning Jacket's Jim James and Calexico covering Dylan's "Goin to Acapulco" in the film I'm Not There.





Album Review: Low - The Invisible Way


Husband and wife team Alan Sparhawk and Mimi Parker have culled Low's high quality tunes from dusk and dreams for nearly twenty years. Recorded in Chicago courtesy of Wilco's Jeff Tweedy, their latest child, The Invisible Way, intentionally features less duets between Sparhawk and Parker and more solo spotlights on Parker. The final product, however, is as eerily consistent as anything the band has put forth.

On the lovely new record, Sparhawk and Parker seem confidently settled into their trademark sound. The Invisible Way carries with it a Taoist sense of spiritual enlightenment, using references to the “empty” and the “hollow" and "everything worth nothing" as directional arrows toward bliss instead of signs of depression. Although the melancholy is as present as the transcendental, the competing forces are fused together beneath the lulling blanket of Low's characteristic sleepiness.

Taoist sensibilities aside, not all is well along The Invisible Way. The songs that place primary focus on Sparhawk contain more bite than bliss. The clicks and claps of the apocalyptic "Clarence White" and "Plastic Cup"'s odd take on a drug test's urine-filled vessel as seen through the eyes of a future archaeologist ("This must be the cup the king held every night as he cried") are bleakly comical reminders of how wonderfully weird Low can be.

Though Parker's piano-driven forward charges on "So Blue" and "Just Make it Stop" may inject brief tempo variation into the album, Low mostly sticks to the slow, quivering quietness that has long informed its oeuvre. The Invisible Way is a path Low has tread before. The band’s music, however, is far too entrancing to ignore, dismiss, or criticize for lack of progression. Seeking autumnal serenity in a winter abyss, Low's somber Zen-folk simultaneously soothes and unsettles as it finds rest in the womb of darkness.

Grade: B+






Regrets...I Have A Few


The new Two Door Cinema Club is so good that it almost pains me when I listen to it... even though it's gone into heavy rotation along with the new exquisite David Byrne and St. Vincent collaboration. Actually, scratch the "almost;" after my first listen that tight collection of Phoenix-esque indie dance pop caused me to wince and groan because I realized that I could've seen Two Door Cinema Club a few years back but didn't, and with Beacon, the world was now their oyster... putting a big question mark on when (if?) they'd return to our fair city. Goddammit, my error came back and punched me square in my sweet spot, which is Catholic guilt (thanks Mom), and in a torrent of regret I soon found myself cataloging my big misses. Sure, life happens, and you can't always get the show, but looking back I realized that I've got a few sins that haunt me, a few sins that require confession (thanks Catholicism):

5) Two Door Cinema Club at... . I don't recall why I didn't get that one, but now that they're on the fast track thanks to their new album Beacon and star turn at the London Olympics Opening Ceremonies, I can't help but feel that I'm shit out of luck for the foreseeable future. Unless I go on a road trip. 

Fun fact, according to setlist.fm Two Door Cinema Club has never played Buffalo, thus the impetus for this piece is a figment of my imagination unless proven otherwise (please feel free to prove otherwise... please). Ain't that a bitch.




4) Wilco at Rocking At The Knox. I probably should have blown off whatever kept me from this show. I know it was something of great import, but Wilco at the Albright Knox would've been worth it. And hey, whatever happened to Rocking At The Knox? I rather enjoyed those.

3) Sigur Ros, period. I don't know how I've never seen Sigur Ros, considering I've been a fan for ten years. It might be because they've never played Buffalo, they always seem to play Toronto on Monday nights (and the thought of driving on the QEW after a Monday at work used to paralyze me with dread), and the one time they played Toronto on a night other than Monday was the night of the Yeasayer show at the Town Ballroom. One day I will see Sigur Ros. One day.

2) Gorillaz at the Air Canada Centre in Toronto. I totally blew it on this one. Was it because it was an expensive ticket? A weeknight road trip that I passed on because of work in the morning? All of the above? Most likely it was because my once trusty car and I were on the serious outs by that point, and I didn't feel like pushing it. That's a lousy excuse for missing my chance to see Albarn, 2 guys from the Clash, De La Soul (for a third time, the hat trick), and Bobby Womack; and indeed there is shame in my heart. I mean, driving to Toronto in my old Ford Focus of doom... what's the worst that could have happened?

1) Neon Indian at Soundlab. This is another one that slipped through the cracks. It looked good, and I liked what Neon Indian I'd heard, but for whatever reason I just didn't get to it, and naturally I'd moved onto other stuff. But then I read that Neon Indian was collaborating with The Flaming Lips, I took time to dig into Psychic Chasms, and I was a total goner. Of course I kicked myself for missing this one, even more after the excellent follow up Era Extrana, so when Neon Indian played in the relative vicinity this past May in Toronto I felt strongly compelled to make the trip. The thing was, it was the day after the M83 show and three days after St. Vincent... it was too much of a good thing, and on my way into the city I even felt like I was going to the trough one time too many. Of course those thoughts and any regrets were thoroughly banished by a killer set from Neon Indian, and I was hauling ass back home (the Ford Focus of doom having since been successfully retired, or most likely sold to a southern hillbilly) all seemed right with the world... until I nailed a deer on the QEW between Niagara Falls and Fort Erie. Now sure, everything worked out in the end, and while there's a good possibility that I'd have gone to Toronto for Neon Indian in any case, the fact is that my missing the show at Soundlab directly led me to stick my ____ in the mashed potatoes and head up to north- so I could end up accidentally putting the hammer down on Bambi's mom on my way home south. I even asked the Provincial copper if she was dead, and all he could say was "oh yeah." Yes, Bambi's mom literally died for my sin... all because I didn't see Neon Indian at Soundlab.

Regrets, I have a few. How about you?




Cliff Parks


Uncovered Cover: Bill Fay covers Wilco's "Jesus Etc."


Wilco fan's may recognize English singer songwriter Bill Fay, or at least a tune of his, as the band has been known to break out a cover of his "Be Not So Fearful" in concerts for the years.  On his first album in 41 years, the pianist decided to return the favor with a heartbreaking rendition of the Wilco classic "Jesus Etc." The cover can be found on Fay's latest release, Life is People, which just dropped yesterday.  Wilco's Jeff Tweedy, a long time Fay backer, also guests on the album.  On his take, Fay nearly does the impossible by making the somber ballad almost as tragic as the original.  Gone are the strings and lap steel, leaving just a man and his piano. The original track was recently named the 9th best Wilco song of all time by fellow music blog Stereogum.  Personally, the Yankee Hotel Foxtrot stunner would have been in my top five Wilco tunes.  If you missed their list, check it out right here.  It's sure to stir up a nice debate between Wilco fans.  Enjoy.




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Concert Review and Photos: Wilco in Rochester


Friday night, buffaBLOG took a short trip to our WNY neighbor, Rochester to see Wilco, a group which, we can safely say, has been one of the most industrious and influential indie-rock bands of the last decade. Having played hundreds of shows across the span of their stunning career, the Chicago sextet has yet again caught the tour bug, and have booked a slew of North America and Europe dates, including two upstate gigs in Rochester and Cooperstown. It was an absolute privilege to be able to catch these guys live for my first time ever, and a little over-due, taking into account that I missed their two previous Buffalo visits back in 2005 at the Albright-Knox, and 2007 at Artpark. It seems that the group has made it a note to maintain a presence in WNY during each tour whether that be Buffalo or Rochester, which is awesome.



Having never been to Highland Bowl before Friday, I must say, I was not only impressed by the accessibility and aesthetic of the venue, but also the remarkable sonic experience I had there. It had to be the best single outdoor show I've been to in recent years. The stage at Highland Park sits at the bottom of a basin, giving the audience plenty of room to sprawl out with a blanket or chair on the gentle hills, and enough room for a few hundred people to stand at the very front. 




Wilco opened with “Art of Almost” the ebullient, sporadic opening track off their latest album The Whole Love, released last September. With it’s groovy, coagulated drum beat, no other song would have been more perfect of a start to the night. Next, Wilco played another cut off their latest LP with “I Might”, which walks a similar, buoyant line with Jeff Tweedy strumming deep, bass-ridden Gibson, against thick organ riffs. By their third track, “War on War” from 2002’s Yankee Hotel Foxtrot, Wilco was already setting pace for a superb outdoor show. 




Staying in the grain of their greatest record to date (not to mention one of the best rock albums in the past decade), they played the opening track off Yankee Hotel Foxtrot with “I am trying to Break Your Heart” and another with “Radio Cure”, aguably two of their most profound and experimental tracks. What I find incredible about their live performances, in particular, is each musician's ability to bring the same sonic elements from the studio records into their live sets and then quadruple the intensity of each. For example, when they played “I’m the Man Who Loves You” (another off YHF), Wilco’s guitarist Nels Cline refused to skip a beat with the opening, chaotic riff, an overdriven, and seemingly difficult effect that gives the songs its distinct character. Cline, who joined the group in 2004, is considered one of top 100 guitarists ever by Rolling Stone, and doesn't disappoint, displaying this ferocious ability to crank his guitar every which way as vibrant melodies are expelled from it. On “Jesus Etc.” Cline exhibited his versatility, stepping in for absent orchestral string arrangements on the studio version via lap guitar. 



While they played a lot from their new LP and Yankee Hotel Foxtrot, they also managed to fit a few in from their much-loved 1999 album, Summerteeth, with “Shot In The Arm” and  “I’m Always In Love”, both certified crowd-pleasers. Another highlight of the night was the awe-inspiring “Misunderstood” during their 8 or 9 song encore, which was essentially just part deux to the show, which teetered past the 2 hour mark. The stadium lights burned for each time Tweedy yelled "Nothing!" at the end of the song, and of course everyone was chanting along. The band insisted on playing all the way up to the noise curfew which was at 10 pm when we all reluctantly filed out.




Another sensational part of the night were the added stage effects including cloud-like cloths dangling from the stage, which lit up in stectacular nuance and reflected a different vignette during every song. This only added to the astute muscicianship of Wilco, and made for a complete concert-in-the-park experience. If you've yet to see this band play live keep your eyes peeled for new tour dates, because chances are they will be coming back to our region soon.




All Photos by Tom Dennis

Tom Dennis


buffaBLOG Road Trip: Wilco in Rochester


Later today, we will take that short drive east to Rochester's Highland Bowl to catch Wilco.  From alt-country torch bearers to power poppers to experimentalists, the always evolving, highly influential alt rock group have turned into road warriors over the past years, making them one of the top live acts going these days.  Once a revolving door for musicians, the now 6 piece is outfit is still running strong with it's most stable lineup in group history as founding members Jeff Tweedy and John Stirratt continue to carry the flag while late comers like guitar hero Nels Cline and multi-instrumentalist Pat Sansone, both joining in 2004, have become firmly entrenched in Wilco lore for nearly a decade.  Originally forming in Chicago in 1994, the group is still touring in support of their return to form, Grammy nominated 2011 album The Whole Love, their 8th studio release, the first on their dBpm record label.  Opening for Wilco tonight will be the Sonic Youth's Lee Randalo and his band.  General admission tickets are still available for $44.50 and can be purchased at this link, or at the door.  Show begins at 6:30.
 

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Making It: The Pitfalls of Music Criticism



For whatever reason, much of the U.S. media arena and it’s critics are obsessed with typifying every category of entertainment. To an extent I get it, top ten lists are fun to read and award ceremonies have their place, but at what point does it get tedious or fruitless? At what point does it cause us, the audience, to misinterpret a piece of music or take it for granted? I know many people, including myself at times, who will only listen to an album on grounds that it received the right amount of critical acclaim. For the record, I am a big fan of Bon Iver and think he makes extraordinary music, but I often find myself trying to reanalyze his work; I am constantly putting Bon Iver thought a critical filter, attempting to find debris. And I have. This isn’t about Bon Iver being a good musician in so far as it’s about how the majority of listeners have come to find this out. What if Pitchfork or SPIN or whatever other copycat source didn’t give the self-titled sophomore album 5 stars or a 9/10 or whatever it was? What if the day that influential review was written the assignment was instead given to the writer who was having a bad day and wasn’t really feeling the whole chamber-folk falsetto getup? This also goes for the phenomenon of people who hate an artist precisely because they are critically acclaimed (you know who you are.)


While these foolhardy rating systems and top ten lists have propelled readership for music magazines and websites and opened up a lot of avenues for independent artists, I fear they have additionally limited the way in which we listen to a work, and decipher it’s strengths and weaknesses. I’m not saying there aren’t objectively good and bad records per se. I have a lot of respect for music critics, and try to read a multitude of various sources, but what I am proposing is that we attempt to break away from the habits of skimming music like we would a textbook a half hour before a final exam. 


Obviously most of us have thought about this before; I am certainly not the first to bring up how Pitchfork can be notoriously over-critical. Most of these thoughts actually sprung from a song I heard just yesterday from a largely unknown, new artist. It was a remarkable song by Jeff Tweedy’s (lead singer of Wilco) son, Spencer, called “Rushmore.” Even still, all I could think upon first listen was, “This is terrible. This kid will never get out of his father’s shadow.” It was a great first song. My first thought should have been, “Wow, this kid is going places.” But then I started over-thinking and coloring everything. I thought, “how much of this kid’s talent is fostered out of his father being a musician and having a bit of money, instruments, and influence?” I mean, how can he not get into a studio to record something great. Right?




Upon further contemplation, I found that that’s another thing the entertainment world is profoundly obsessed with. As much as Spencer Tweedy is at an advantage, he is already at a great disadvantage. That being his last name. Sure, Jakob Dylan has had a good run with the Wallflowers, and Ziggy and Damian Marley have achieved mainstream success, but it’s hard to think of any offspring of a famous musician ever living up to the legacy of their parent, or even being able to classify themselves as a completely different musician. Even the article where I heard Spencer Tweedy’s new song felt they had to mention that the song “hints strongly at his father’s own work.” I don’t know why that made me so frustrated. I expected them to mention how it sounds like Summerteeth, and I’m sure Spencer is proud of that fact, but I couldn’t help but think how this young musician would ever make it out from the shadow of his father’s sacred 10/10 rating from Pitchfork for 2001’s Yankee Hotel Foxtrot.

This string of thoughts on the idea of “making it” was also spawned from a book I’ve been reading: The Sonnets by Ted Berrigan, which was the poet’s first and most acclaimed book. Throughout the book Berrigan fragmentally recounts friendships he’s had in his life. Part of sonnet XLIV reads, “Anne is writing poems to me and worrying about “making it” / and Ron is writing poems and worrying about “making it” / and Pat is worrying and not working on anything.” It doesn’t really matter who the people in this poem are. They were most likely friends of Berrigan’s, they might sound like friends of your own. This may not make very much sense out of context, but I think what I pulled from these lines is that we’ve become a culture that is much to worried about “making it” to the point where we forgot why we listen and talk about music in the first place.

I think part of what it comes down to is abandoning this whole umbrellaed idea of "indie." I don't really know where I'm getting at with all of these thoughts, but I think we've come to the end of the indie road, especially as it is starting to become synonymous with a word I hate entirely: hipster. Whatever conotations that word has started to carry could be the plague of the music world, but that is a whole different type of rant. Essentially what I'm getting at is this: if you really enjoy a piece of music or art then you should know why. Like, really know why. Basically, don’t end up like that pony-tailed-how-do-you-like-them-apples guy who gets bested by Matt Damon’s character in Good Will Hunting. 



Tom Dennis


Wilco announces an iTunes Session



Wilco rolled some of their momentum from their recent "mini-touring" into the studio to help Apple continue to begin taking over the world with an iTunes Session. The band's 8 track EP features five new versions of songs from the new album, some old recordings, and a recording of a song with songwriter Nick Lowe, that the band and Lowe had been playing in that brief Chicago run. To boot, the band has released a video for the track "Whole Love", directed by frontman Jeff Tweedy's son, Spencer. The digital only release will be available on iTunes on Jan. 24th.


Whole Love from Spencer Tweedy on Vimeo.

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Best of 2011 Staff Picks: Mac


Favorite Album of 2011


Bon Iver - Bon Iver: Bon Iver's 2009 debut album For Emma, Forever Ago hit me like no album has in a long time, so to say I was just a bit nervous once Justin Vernon and Kayne West practically became BFFs would be quite the understatement.  And what about the Volcano Choir collaboration with Collection of Colonies of Bees effect?  What would For Emma's follow up sound like?  My first listen to the breathtaking "Calgary", which took me nearly three weeks to stop playing on repeat, put any and all fears to rest.  From the Petty esque jangle of "Towers" to the 80s cheese embracing soft rock of "Beth/Rest" to the stunning layered vocals of "Michicant", Justin Vernon's chamber pop/art folk masterpiece floored me.  8 months or so later, the album still sends me through the gamut of emotions as it did upon first listen.  No other album has made me go back for as many listens, the ultimate sign of longevity for me.   When Vernon sings "I was not magnificent" in "Holecene", you can't help but feel a slight sense of irony now.  Bon Iver proved that Vernon is a force.

Michicant by Bon Iver by coolhunting


Honorable Mentions

The Antlers - Burst Apart: The Brooklyn trio follow up their emotionally devastating Hospice with the breakup album of the year, which also happened to be pretty emotionally devastating as well. The hardest thing about listening to Burst Apart is hearing frontman Peter Silverstein trying to convince himself that he is ok.  From the self realizing chorus on "I Don't Want Love" to crushing album closer "Putting the Dog to Sleep", which heartbreakingly compares the end of relationship to putting down the family pet, you realize that maybe, he is not quite there yet.

The Antlers - I Don't Want Love by Transgressive Records


Beirut - The Rip Tide: Zach Condon and company make their most accessible album to date as their whimsical, Eastern European flavored folk allows you to escape to a near fairy tale like time. Like Bon Iver, Condon focuses on a sense of place, from one of NYC's burroughs("East Harlem") to his Southwest hometown("Sante Fe").  The latter's post-chorus horn section(I am a sucker for horns) is still one of my favorite moments of the year. 

Beirut - Santa Fe by Revolver USA


Favorite Song of 2011


"One Sunday Morning(Song for Jane Smiley's Boyfriend)" by Wilco (The Whole Love): Wilco have done epics before, see the kraut rockin "Spiders (Kidsmoke)" or the eerie and paranoid "I Am Trying to Break Your Heart" for confirmation, but on "One Sunday Morning", the band turns in a relaxed, flowing piece of music that manages to convince you that 12 minute running time still isn't long enough. Mediative, reflective, and gorgeous are only the beginning when describing The Whole Love's closing number. Without a chorus in sight, Jeff Tweedy, who sounds completely at piece with whatever demons haunted his past, delivers his most at ease vocals in years, while subtle layers (fluttering keys, breezy horns, and fading cymbals) create one of the most breathtaking songs of not only the year, but of Wilco's incredible career.


Honorable Mentions

"Steve McQueen" by M83 (Hurry Up, We're Dreaming): Nothing, not the building drums, Anthony Gonzalez's yelping vocals, nothing can prepare you for that chorus. The BIGGEST song of the year also packs the biggest punch of nostalgia as the absolutely soaring synths send you straight out of the atmosphere to a time you thought you lost and would never find again.
 





"Goodbye" by Apparat (The Devil's Walk): Between the spooky spaghetti western guitars that span the track to the ominous piano chords to the M83 esque spoken word female vocals, Apparat's Sascha Ring turns in one of the most haunting songs of the year.  Bonus points goes to the song for being featured in the season finale of Breaking Bad, right before drug king pin/fried chicken restaurant manager Gus Fring meets his (SPOILER ALERT) explosive end.


Goodbye by apparat


Favorite Concert of 2011


Iron & Wine at Town Ballroom (4/15/2011):  To be honest, by favorite show of the year took place just a few weeks ago at Toronto's Massey Hall by, you guessed it, Bon Iver, but like my fellow blogger James, I am keep this local.  Anyways, a few years ago, I saw Iron & Wine perform at Asbury and I nearly fell asleep.  Sam Beam's hushed folk was great when you had headphones on, but live, it just failed to capture my attention.  I found myself at the bar talking with friends more than focusing on the stage.  When Beam and crew came rolling into town this past spring to support his latest release Kiss Each Other Clean though, everything changed.  The solo singer/songwriter was nowhere to be found.  Instead, the dapper Beam who took the stage had become a full on band leader.  Surrounding him were electric guitars and organs, a horn section, backing singers, and multiple percussionists.  Whoever I saw back at Babeville was long gone.  Beam and crew weaved in and out of his catalog, playing expansive new cuts, and turning old classics into revised, barely recognizable stunners.   The new Iron & Wine had arrived.



Honorable Mentions

Roger Bryan & the Orphans CD Release Show at Mohawk Place (6/18/2011):  Bryan, seemingly one of the hardest working men in the Buffalo music scene over the years, and his Orphans absolutely killed it as they were joined by members of Two Cow Garage and fellow Harvestsum musicians while playing cuts from their latest and best album, the hard driving Americana sounds of 37.  Having been a fan of Bryan since his Old Sweetheart Days, I was thrilled when an impromptu(or was it??) Sweethearts reunion closed the evening.  

As much as we try to promote the local music scene here at buffaBLOG, we still find it frustrating to see bands playing to empty bars/clubs, but not on this night. Mohawk Place was busier than I have ever seen it for the Orphans show,  confirming, at least to me, that not only is great music being made and played in Buffalo, but that there is an audience waiting to listen.        

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Album of the Week: Wilco - The Whole Love

During the second track from Wilco's new album, The Whole Love, front man Jeff Tweedy sings "You won't set the kids on fire.  Oh, but I might."  Wait a second?  Is this the same band that was accused of being "dad rock" over the last few years?  That "dad rock " label, by the way, came about after the release of their last record, 2009's cheeky Wilco(The Album).  Something happened around that release though:  the band, well, kind of got kind of boring, predictable even.  The kraut rock explosions of "Spiders (Kidsmoke)", the notaglia evoking "Heavy Metal Drummer" or even the sharp, piercing guitars of "Hell is Crome" were nowhere to be found.  Was it possible Wilco had just gotten too comfortable in old(er) age?

Well, tomorrow, The Whole Love, Wilco's 8th studio album, and the first released on their own label, dBpm Records, will hits stores, and if anything, the album shows that despite getting older, Wilco is not getting complacement.  Like "I Am Trying To Break Your Heart", "At Least That's What You Said", and "Misunderstood", the band continues the tradition of strong openers on the striking "Art of Almost".  The track begins with almost a bubbling of noise, as if all of the ingredients are beginning to reach a boil, and leads to one of those many moments, beginning at the 4:36 mark, where you realise how good of an addition guitarist Nels Cline, esspecially in the live setting, has been to the group over the years.  Having been a member since the 2004, Cline delivers one of his greatest Wilco moments:  an absolutely blistering guitar solo that reminds fans that Wilco can still deliver a surprise after all of these years.

Wilco have always been able to deliver a haunting moment or two on each album (see "Jesus Etc." for maybe the band's finest), and "Black Moan" is that moment on The Whole Love.  Slowly plucked acoustics and near quivering stringsback Tweedy's near whisper of vocals.  The power pop melodies of Summerteeth shine brightly on tracks like "Born Alone", "Dawned on Me" and the falsetto heavy harmony led title track, while the bouncy, British Invasion organs of the aforementioned "I Might" add a certain pep to the step of the album.  "Open Mind" is a perfect reminder to fans that "Hey, Wilco used to be an alt-country band. And a good one too".  Subtle slide guitar compliment the sun drenched melodies as Tweedy wishes to "be the one to open up your mind".     

The album's centerpiece, actually, comes at the very end of The Whole Love.  The 12+ plus min "One Sunday Morning(Song for Jane Smiley's Boyfriend)" is one of the most reflective, meditative pieces that Wilco has ever released.  Tweedy's vocals have never sounded more relaxed and at ease as the song, without any real chorus, floats from verse to verse.  "Bless my mind I miss, being told how to live" sings Tweedy as fluttering pianos, delicate horns, xylophone melodies gentle layer the song as they lead to the false ending before one last go.  Despite it's length, the song never drags, but rather  becomes a prolonged moment of intimacy which ranks, in my opinion, with Wilco's greatest moments.

Wilco may never again reach the heights of their 1-2 punch of the ambitious breakthrough Yankee Hotel Foxtrot and experimental guitar blitzkrieg of A Ghost is Born.  With The Whole Love, though, fears that the band may be getting soft and at ease with age are eased.  From the early days of alt-country days A.M. and Being There to now, Wilco's latest finds them mining their rich past while continuing to sound fresh and inovative.  

Rating:  A-

Wilco - One Sunday Morning (Song For Jane Smiley's Boyfriend) by vemeko

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Picking Up the Slack for MTV: Wilco


After two rather average albums from alt-country turned avant pop group Wilco, 2007's Sky Blue Sky and 2009's Wilco(The Album), both of which were given that unfortunate "dad rock" label, the group's eighth studio album, The Whole Love, is set to drop this Tuesday.  A couple weeks back, they hosted a 24 hour listening party of The Whole Love on their website, and it is safe to say, the album is their best in years as the record blends the sun kissed melodies of Summerteeth and Being There 's most somber moments.  The first video from the album is of "Born Alone", a song that begins with a rather simple, guitar pop riff, but concludes with bursts of horns and piano, is one of those typical travelogue videos, nothing groundbreaking of course.  Looking like it could have been shot instagram style, the images go from black and white to various filters to absolutely bursting in colors.  Maybe I am more excited for new Wilco than the actual video, but this should do until The Whole Love drops on Tuesday.






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Stream the new Wilco album "The Whole Love" tomorrow


Later this month, alt country turned experimental rock turned dad rock(?) group Wilco will release their 8th studio album, titled The Whole Love. The record is the first release from the band's very own label, dBpm Records. Members of the Wilco fan club/email updates got a nice little message today as beginning tomorrow at 1:00pm eastern/12:00pm central, the band's website will host a listening session for The Whole Love in it's entirety. The stream will only be available on the band's site for 24 hours, so listen while you can. Then, go buy the album once it hits stores on September 27th.