The more you listen and overcome the initial overwhelm that such a huge slab of music can initially trigger, the harder it becomes to find an ounce of flab on Twilight Override. That it does so while maintaining a slapdash feel of a spontaneous jam session is one of the most potently disarming aspects of Twilight Override. Twilight Override is even more impressive when it ventures deeper into the slow-burning shadows. “Parking Lot” offers a tantalisingly strange spoken word dream scenario set to a beautifully languid arrangement. Remarkably for such an immensely bulky undertaking, Twilight Override offers scant evidence of the meaningless filler that Tweedy sings about on “Throwaway Lines”, one of the album’s many highpoints, a stripped-back, direct country-hued gem of the kind that Tweedy hasn’t really bothered with since Wilco’s 1996’s widescreen Americana masterwork Being There.