Wilco gives
'Ghost' show some spirit
Wilco/Fiery Furnaces
Wang Center, Boston, Massachusetts
October 1, 2004
by Marc Hirsh
originally published in The Boston Globe, October 4, 2004
If Wilco has clearly transcended its origins as an
alternative country band, that’s probably due in no small part to the
fact that
the band that took the stage at the
Friday’s show continued a related trend, with a
different
lineup promoting the record on tour than the one that actually recorded
it. Pat
Sansone, from Stirratt’s side project the Autumn Defense, sat in for
now-departed keyboardist Leroy Bach, with Nels Cline picking up extra
guitar
duties. They were faced with the unenviable task of turning Wilco’s
latest
album, the abstruse and largely dynamic-free A Ghost Is
Born, into viable concert material.
They largely succeeded but ironically also kept many of the songs earthbound by hewing closely to the album versions. There were times when Wilco seemed to be playing the arrangements more than the songs, with “I Am Trying To Break Your Heart” featuring the same preprogrammed extended noise intro as on the album and “Poor Places” reaching its climax by using the same trick. Some of the performances seemed a little perfunctory as a result, with “Handshake Drugs” coming off as low-key even amidst three frenzied guitars soloing at once.
There were still plenty of signs of life, though, and a number of them sprung promisingly from Ghost numbers. The Neil Young-ish electric guitars that drove the second half of “At Least That’s What You Said” seemed to bring out the Tweedy of old, a guy who appeared to be controlled by the music rather than the other way around, while “Hell Is Chrome” came off like a slow ’70s soul number. The electric groove of “Spiders (Kidsmoke),” strengthened by the live setting, brought the first set to a blazing conclusion, with terrific guitar interplay between Tweedy and Cline that turned the song into a post-rock “Marquee Moon.”
Despite a few ultra-modern squiggles injected into
their
spirited art-punk, openers the Fiery Furnaces seemed like they would
have been
more at home on the stage of a cramped