If that’s the “whole love,” it’s no wonder that it’s so hard to understand.

A new Wilco album is always cause for eager anticipation, unless you happen to not appreciate one of the greatest American bands of the last 20 years. (Your loss, I have to say.) And with The Whole Love, released in September 2011, they didn’t disappoint. In fact, it’s one of their most consistently enjoyable albums since 2002’s Yankee Hotel Foxtrot. Wilco feels more like a band again and less like a Jeff Tweedy solo project, which a couple of their recent albums had sometimes seemed.

I came close to selecting “One Sunday Morning,” the beautiful, 12-minute quiet epic that ends the CD, to post here today, but due to that song’s final 4-minute-or-so instrumental finale, I decided that the more concise title track, “Whole Love,” was the one to go with. And what a great, easy-grooving track it is — the kind of song that seems to come so effortlessly for Tweedy and the Gang. But that effortlessness is deceiving — writing a song with such melodicism and non-syrupy feelgoodliness (to possibly coin a phrase) is by no means easy. If it was, there would be a lot more great music on the radio. For that matter, if there was more great music on the radio, you’d hear a lot more Wilco on the radio. Which sounds like it proves some kind of point, I’m just not sure which.

Anyway, listen to “Whole Love” and enjoy the whole thing. And then get the whole album…it’s wholly enjoyable.