Remember when everyone was all gooey about Wilco and how Yankee Hotel Foxtrot was the ultimate avant-garde middle finger to the record industry? With that album having aged like a spring break tattoo and said industry writhing like a stomped cockroach and the band itself functioning like a bored all-star team these days, I look back fondly at the preceding Summerteeth. That album holds up as the confident, colorful, unpretentious set of smart pop it has always been. A genuine pleasure to listen to end to end. Here's an example of its fine craftsmanship.
Wilco - Summerteeth
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