Experts in the long fadeout that subsumes starkly put but shyly uttered declarations of love in six-string caterwauls and loops, Yo La Tengo have done more to harden the faith of middle-aged rock fans in staying married and remaining hip to cool music while keeping one’s eardrums intact than any band of their generation. Picking one of their closing jams is impossible. What’s the criteria — playing it first or playing the album back to front? “Blue Line Swinger” places first in this company because we don’t talk much about Ira Kaplan, Georgia Hubley, and James McNew’s affection for dinky organ licks, and “Blue Line Swinger” features what sounds like a two-finger exercise while the guitar picks a few tentative lines before making up its mind about chords, and the drums do their best to keep everyone’s spirits high. That’s YLT’s greatest virtue: they play music to celebrate their love: of music, speeding motorcycles and Hoboken nights, for each other.
Meh
The Story of Jazz
Satellite
Speeding Motorcycle
Sound, Solid
And the Glitter Is Gone
Take Care
Here You Are
For You
Good to Great
Blue Line Swinger
I Threw It All Away
My Little Corner of the World
Miles Away
I Heard You Looking
Before We Run
And the Glitter is Gone
Night Falls on Hoboken
The Story of Yo La Tango
Humanizing The Vacuum 
Yep, Speeding Motorcycle is stiff for such a title. An anti-climax. And the sweetness of “My Litlle Corner of the World” is wholesome after the experimental buzz of the likes of “Little Honda”. They’ve always loved melody, you know. Love them.