A STIRRING, two-hour set embracing 22 songs with a joyous mixture of wailing wig-outs and dreamy, heartfelt mellowness performed by a band of musicians clearly enjoying what they were doing, allied to a palpable desire to please the audience.

That’s my take on the Wilco gig at the Royal Concert Hall in Glasgow on Monday.

Those of us who have heard the band on several occasions fully expected various tracks to end on a wall of white noise, merging into a follow-up song, all part of the Wilco plan to pack as many songs into a show as possible, and I applaud that.

So I was taken aback by your reviewer’s opening remark (Reviews, October 26) that Wilco were “awful” because their songs generally ended in a “rammy”. That must be disputed. The first song, One Sunday Morning was gentle and moving, Rising Red Lung, which front man Jeff Tweedy had to restart because of a balcony disturbance, is equally reflective while California Stars swooned as calmly as a lullaby. Clearly, no musical “rammy” evident in these tunes. Wilco followers are not professional reviewers, but the buzz on the way to the exits was that the show had been a brilliant one.

Mike Ritchie,

21 Fotheringay Road, Glasgow.