Sky Blue Sky
Some will says this is intimate, stripped down, beautifully simplified Wilco. Some songs remind me of John Lennon ballads. Some will say this is the biggest snoozer Wilco has ever laid down—like Jeff Tweedy slipped himself one too many pills. Is the band getting comfortable in its skin, or is it on the downward slope of its innovation? Sky Blue Sky is like a Wilco version of a mellow, ’70s tribute album. It will likely disappoint upon first listen. So don’t even open your mouth about it until you’ve heard it at least five times. Don’t want to work that hard? Then this newest Wilco isn’t for you. The patient will be quietly rewarded.