Wilco is a band name I recognize, but don’t know any of their songs by heart or by name or by anything else. The album I have chosen to listen to is “A Ghost Is Born” and it is apparently the Japanese released version. So, song by song I will take note on what the Japanese get to hear out of Wilco.
“At Least That’s What You Said”: It’s a slow guy singing to himself, possibly on the edge of the bed singing to someone else, and it all turns into a jam out instrumental that is neither here nor there for me; decent background.
“Hell Is Chrome”: The devil was chrome instead of red and, well, Christians might not like all of the peace the devil brings when he takes you along and makes you feel like you belong. Slow, soft, and interesting.
“Spiders”: A long monotonous beat and the lyrics come across as random musings here and there and it beats you to death running at over ten and a half minutes long. Bouncing out of the monotony into more piano and upper tempo at around four minutes and something does nothing but make it a new song with the same underwear on.
“Muzzle Of Bees”: A quiet lullaby that leaves the dreams to inject a little country music ramble. Hush.
“Hummingbird”: The lyrics are interesting and the vocals go from whisper soft to having a little more backbone, just to keep you awake and interested in the interesting-ness.
“Handshake Drugs”: It tells a story with some cool things left to be deciphered by you, but it’s not too confusing a picture. It’s the kind of song a bum could be strumming out on the corner, if he had a little backing piano and some other sounds.
“Wishful Thinking”: They are driving the nail in a tiny tap at a time, but this time they struck my thumb.
“Company In My Back”: Hippie cowboy possible Dylan followers are set up on the sidewalk and if you’ve got the change you’d give it, but if not, you might just give them a nod.
“I’m A Wheel”: Pointless kiddo gibberish.
“Theologians”: A basic piano with some guitar jamming in and some muffly sing along vocals that os all good times, baby. Get your chill on.
“Less Than You Think”: Slow random ramble.
“The Late Greats”: They’ve got talent, but should try harder? Nah.