Album of the Week | Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit: Weathervanes
Isbell and co. find beauty and rage in the everyday on their eighth album

Jason Isbell’s career is a bit like Nick Saban’s. Even Saban’s worst teams over the past decade would still be considered legendary at other college programs. Not every season of the Saban era features Mark Ingram leading the charge or once-in-a-lifetime moments like when true freshman Tua Tagovailoa threw a pass in overtime to secure a championship, but each team exudes excellence in a way some other programs just don’t.
Alabama native Isbell has a dynasty of his own. Not every album he writes is going to be Southeastern. But every song he releases into the world is worth listening to, a reminder that he, too, is working at the highest standard of excellence. No matter what is happening in his life—addiction, loss, romance, marriage, family—not to mention what’s happening in humanity on a wider scale, Isbell finds a way to distill it all into melodies worthy of a national title.
That power can be heard once again on Isbell’s most recent album with his stalwart band the 400 Unit, Weathervanes. Despite a few lyrical lowlights, Weathervanes is another undeniable product from Isbell and his fellow players—Derry deBorja, Chad Gamble, Jimbo Hart, Sadler Vaden and, occasionally, acclaimed fiddler and Isbell’s wife Amanda Shires—who, together, constitute one of the best live rock bands on the road at any given time. Albums like Isbell’s solo magnum opus Southeastern and the 400 Unit’s biggest splashes The Nashville Sound and Reunions are full of life’s highest highs and lowest lows, which means they contain some of Isbell’s most personal and effective songs. Weathervanes hits close to home too, but it finds more inspiration in the everyday moments.
While Weathervanes is more of a straight trail than a winding path with lots of peaks and valleys, its steadiness is one of its most attractive attributes. Within the first 20 seconds of the album, Isbell sings: “Everybody dies but you’ve gotta find a reason to carry on.” The peaks and valleys that make up most rock songs are 20% of life, while the “carrying on” is the 80% majority—and Isbell is one of few artists who has a way of making all the moments feel equally important.
He studies the ordinary again on “Middle of the Morning,” which is about finding enough energy to not only swing your legs out of bed in the morning but also move through the day without losing your mind and snapping at a loved one, all through the lens of a particular kind of pandemic-flavored fatigue: “Yes I’m tired and by the middle of the morning I’m out of shit to say.”