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Track Listings
| 1. Can't Stand It |
| 2. She's A Jar |
| 3. Shot In The Arm |
| 4. We're Just Friends |
| 5. I'm Always In Love |
| 6. Nothingsevergoingtostandinmyway (Again) |
| 7. Pieholden Suite |
| 8. How To Fight Loneliness |
| 9. Via Chicago |
| 10. Elt |
| 11. My Darling |
| 12. When You Wake Up Feeling Old |
| 13. Summer Teeth |
| 14. In A Future Age |
| 15. Candyfloss |
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Amazon.co.uk Review
Brian Wilson would be proud; Phil Spector too, and maybe even John Lennon would have raised the ghost of a smile. For Summerteeth is an album that wears its influences openly, yet somehow contrives to make them all sound new-minted. While fellow Uncle Tupelo alumnus Jay Farrar continues to stake out the centre ground of the alt. country scene with Son Volt, Jeff Tweedy and his Wilco cohorts have moved into altogether more eclectic territory. Tweedy's touching lyrical vignettes have the whiff of 3am whisky and cigarettes about them--"The ashtray says / You were up all night"--the time of night when disturbing thoughts surface without warning (the anti-climax of "She's A Jar" turns the whole song on its head in one devastating line). As ever, the band are a chameleon bunch, alternately providing chugging wall-of-sound riffs or sparse, fractured instrumental commentaries, all the while retaining their authentic mid-west accent (even when the production casts them in the role of a mid-60s psychedelic outfit). Occasionally erratic, sometimes frustrating, Wilco have never sounded more focused. --Mark Walker
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Moving beyond A.M.'s Uncle Tupelo-oriented country-rock, Wilco's double-length BEING THERE explored the sonic vistas ofthe Stones and Big Star. SUMMER TEETH takes things a step further. A loose, inspired masterwork of rootsy power-pop in the grand mid-'70s tradition, it's the greatest album Alex Chilton never made. With perfect pop melodies and a knack forthrowing things askew via left-field sonic elements, this is as far from the country as Wilco could be.
Jeff Tweedy's ragged-but-right voice is the essence of rock & roll--the travails detailed in the lyrics seem undeniably his own. Though his days of paying homage to Acuff-Rose seem long gone, Tweedy and his compatriots still sound engagingly organic onSUMMER TEETH. Even if they're closer to Badfinger after a few beers than to the post-Tupelo alt-country of Tweedy's former partner and Son Volt leader Jay Farrar, Wilco are still treading the same path they started years ago, obviously headed in the right direction.
Brian Wilson would be proud; Phil Spector too, and maybe even John Lennon would have raised the ghost of a smile. For Summerteeth is an album that wears its influences openly, yet somehow contrives to make them all sound new-minted. While fellow Uncle Tupelo alumnus Jay Farrar continues to stake out the centre ground of the alt. country scene with Son Volt, Jeff Tweedy and his Wilco cohorts have moved into altogether more eclectic territory. Tweedy's touching lyrical vignettes have the whiff of 3am whisky and cigarettes about them--"The ashtray says / You were up all night"--the time of night when disturbing thoughts surface without warning (the anti-climax of "She's A Jar" turns the whole song on its head in one devastating line). As ever, the band are a chameleon bunch, alternately providing chugging wall-of-sound riffs or sparse, fractured instrumental commentaries, all the while retaining their authentic mid-west accent (even when the production casts them in the role of a mid-60s psychedelic outfit). Occasionally erratic, sometimes frustrating, Wilco have never sounded more focused. --Mark Walker
Description
Moving beyond A.M.'s Uncle Tupelo-oriented country-rock, Wilco's double-length BEING THERE explored the sonic vistas ofthe Stones and Big Star. SUMMER TEETH takes things a step further. A loose, inspired masterwork of rootsy power-pop in the grand mid-'70s tradition, it's the greatest album Alex Chilton never made. With perfect pop melodies and a knack forthrowing things askew via left-field sonic elements, this is as far from the country as Wilco could be.
Jeff Tweedy's ragged-but-right voice is the essence of rock & roll--the travails detailed in the lyrics seem undeniably his own. Though his days of paying homage to Acuff-Rose seem long gone, Tweedy and his compatriots still sound engagingly organic onSUMMER TEETH. Even if they're closer to Badfinger after a few beers than to the post-Tupelo alt-country of Tweedy's former partner and Son Volt leader Jay Farrar, Wilco are still treading the same path they started years ago, obviously headed in the right direction.
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