As Wilco has become increasingly accessible (and decreasingly connected to their Yankee Hotel Foxtrot experimentation), they've become one of the more divisive bands around. Each new record brings cries of middle-aged mellowing, and frankly those accusations are not misplaced. Between their previous Sky Blue Sky and Wilco (The Album), their reputation as leading lights of sonic innovation has given way to the sound of a band who just likes to write good songs and play fantastic shows.
But here's the deal - who really cares? Few bands have even a fraction of the musical talent Wilco brings to the table, and fewer still have their reputation for stellar live performances. It's difficult to make records that live up to those loaded expectations, but Wilco seem fairly unfazed by the challenge. If they sound like a band with little else to prove, it's probably because they are.
Still, if the back half of Wilco (The Album) was a brilliant as the first half, I'm convinced I would be declaring it their new masterpiece. As it is, it's a pretty great album that I'll enjoy for a long time to come.
If that doesn't quite live up to my own expectations, that's pretty much my problem.