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Wilco are one of the most respected bands on the planet — paragons of good taste, masters of genre-bridging craftsmanship and chill independence. Considering that heavy rep, it’s strange to think that when Jeff Tweedy put together Wilco’s first lineup 20 years ago, their loose bar-band vibe was a defiant response to the weighty myth he’d shouldered as a member of alt-country pioneers Uncle Tupelo. Wilco’s first album in four years recalls their early “hey, what the hell” freedom, in spirit if not in sound. It’s their most concise, catchy, naturally songful album in at least a decade — the sound of a band reconnecting with the fun of rocking out together in a room.
