
It’s ironic that, during his tenure with Uncle Tupelo, Jeff Tweedy’s songs were the weakest. Because he has developed into a much stronger songwriter, eclipsing his former partner Jay Farrar’s band Son Volt. Any dangling connections with the “No Depression” alternative country scene Uncle Tupelo is credited (or blamed) for sparking are left twisting in the wind by this shiny, upbeat, nearly psychedelic pop album. It’s an adjustment going from the sprawling, rootsy Being There (1996) to the trippy, multilayered recording techniques here. It seemed awkward at first, but when listened to next to the density of, say, an Olivia Tremor Control album, it starts to make sense. I heard many of these songs performed by Tweedy solo with just a guitar, and they held up as well written songs. Tweedy isn’t just messing around, tossing off half-baked songs to experiment with in a one-off departure. Summerteeth feels like the next step in a career long metamorphosis.
September 17, 2025
Chameleons – Arctic Moon (Metropolis)
September 1, 2025
Lathe of Heaven – Aurora (Sacred Bones)

