The Whole Love

Album Review: Wilco's The Whole Love
By Josh Breeden
September 26, 2011 - 12:02pm
Middle-age dudes defy everything, time included.

The first four-and-a-half minutes of The Whole Love are terrifying.

It’s not a Linda Blair spewing vomit sort of situation but more a my-dad-might-dig-this brand of horror. Images of Darius Rucker populate the mind as the opening track “Art of Almost” drags on. Then, Nels Cline steps on the overdrive and complacency becomes alacrity.