There’s something almost impossibly melancholy at the heart of Wilco at their best that makes me go all nostalgic and misty-eyed. It happens whether they’re singing about universal truths or an America I could never know. Jeff Tweedy’s voice cracks; I’m gone.

While A Ghost is Born could be considered the peak of their beaten up experimental americana, Yankee Hotel Foxtrot is its slightly more accessible sibling, mixing the saddest and most beautiful ballads with the quiet fury of songs like War on War, and Ashes of American Flags.