If there were two bands to represent the Americana style to an open-minded Canadian city, then My Morning Jacket and Wilco should be on the fifty dollar bill. Right before the city dove into their prestigious jazz fest, they were smacked with a brush of rock and roll from Louisville and Chicago on a hot, sweaty night that had Metropolis feeling like a Mississippi tavern.
My Morning Jacket played a brisk forty minute set augmented by a few new tunes and a few familiar ones.