The conclusion!
Albums listened to in full:
- Wilco’s The Whole Love. The poisoning of the critical well against Wilco has been a fascinating process to watch. As with any band of Wilco’s stature, there’s always been a vocal minority of dissenters to whom the lively alt-country and pop of their 90s work never made much of an impression, and the widespread praise for Yankee Hotel Foxtrot’s combination of skeletal folk and pop with finely-detailed arrangements proved baffling*. But “minority” is the key word here; if the oft-used phrase “the American Radiohead” never exactly rang true in terms of sound, the two bands were similarly lauded, similarly bulletproof. Some reviews even granted instant classic status to A Ghost is Born, a collection of decent songs with major deficiencies in execution (made apparent after a retooled lineup breathed some life into that material on the road).
Dave finished the Music Marathon! And in what might be record time! Take a victory lap, Dave, and don’t worry about dad rock!*
* - I’m pretty sure that, ontologically speaking, it’s dad rock if dads listen to it. So you’re basically screwed.