Wilco – Yankee Hotel Foxtrot

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Written By Akhil Srivatsan
 
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In today’s edition of the greatest records ever put to wax, Wilco’s seminal Yankee Hotel Foxtrot. Dropped on September 18, 2001, in an America deeply embroiled in that nation’s largest collective post-war trauma, YHF became an accidental synecdoche. Sonically, the album captured something of the upheaval and incongruity of that era in the history of America and the world, while lyrically striking a tone of surreal apathy. In perfecting this balancing act: a close-to-the-surface vulnerability, sheathed by a protective layer of sardonicity, the album has sealed a spot in the post-millennial popular music canon. Today, it epitomises the discomfort of introspection: the itching at scabs, the oozing blood, the bandaid that is side-eye always at hand.

A song like Jesus, Etc., for instance, starting with its title, masks the serious (and likely unanswerable) questions with which it deals: questions of how one must live a life in which one is both an island and part of an ill-defined community that is simultaneously massive and in constant flux. Is Heavy Metal Drummer a ditty about a girl in love with the drummer of a metal band that plays the occasional KISS cover? Or is it a meditation on innocence lost? Likely a bit of both. Much of the album rests in the wide space between playful and serious, occasionally swinging to one or the other end before reaching a more natural equilibrium between both.

It’s a remarkably difficult trick to execute, one I don’t think any other album I’ve ever heard does as effortlessly. While a lot can be said about the genius of the mixing, the instrumental choices that took Wilco from alt-country stalwarts to a much harder to define indie sensation, and the perfectly-executed sonic undulations littered through the album’s runtime, what sets Yankee Hotel Foxtrot apart for me is its ability to always feel light without ever feeling shallow. 

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