Jeff Tweedy: WARM
For those lamenting that Wilco has lost the country part of the “alt-country” label they were branded with back in the late-‘90s, Jeff Tweedy’s first-ever proper solo album of new material, WARM , should satiate their hunger. Tweedy recorded the 11 songs on WARM at his longtime studio The Loft in Chicago and played everything on the album, except in two spots where his son Spencer and Wilco’s Glenn Kotche supplied drums. That’s particularly impressive because it certainly sounds like he has a full band with him here most of the time. Tweedy’s always been a personal guy, but this batch of songs sounds a bit more from the heart than his output in recent years with Wilco—or at least more to the point. On the mellow “From Far Away,” he looks at his own death and what to do with his prized possessions: “Take my books/ And my magazines/ And my photographs of you and me/ Everything/ I won’t need,” he sings. While on “Don’t Forget,” he bluntly croons, “We all think about dying/ Don’t let it kill you.” And the opener “Bombs Above” is a makeup song of sorts, a reconciliation between two people who seem to have trouble apologizing: “I leave behind/ A trail of songs/ From the darkest gloom/ To the brightest sun.” These are just a few of numerous examples of Tweedy’s headspace these days. It’s much more intimate and wounded, making for one of his best releases in recent memory, Wilco or otherwise.