Wilco doesn't demand that much from its listeners. The band's name stands for "will comply," and listening to music this melodic, depressing, sleepy, and disarming can feel like popping a Valium. Much like the drug, the band has loads of fans.
One such devotee recently named a sandwich shop after the Grammy-winning Chicago foursome's soft-rockin' seventh album, Sky Blue Sky, which mixes piano, a few frenzied guitars, and lyrics about the sun. Wilco posters litter the restaurant's walls, and all the sandwich names are cheekily culled from the band's oeuvre (examples: "Side With the Seeds" and "Hoodoo Voodoo").
Rabid fandom is unsurprising considering the band's consistent output over a career that has eclipsed the 15-year mark. From A.M., its country-scruffed debut, to last year's Wilco (The Album) — boasting the strong track with a gag-inducing title, "Wilco (The Song)" — the band has changed its stripes with each release, evolving with more complex musical arrangements and simple poetics. Wilco (The Album) even got them on Colbert Report without particularly pushing things into new territory, proving they're still as cozy as ever. No prescription required.