Wilco’s follow-up to YHF was an enigma for me. For the longest time, I just couldn’t get comfortable with it. It was long (70+ minutes,) and it rattled the senses. But, after a few listens, you start to settle in and begin to feel what Tweedy was after. This was nothing like YHF’s hazy head-trip. This was a triple-shot espresso and once I got on board with that, the album settled in as one of my favs.