I've had the best album of 2001 in my hands for about a month now, and every day since I got it, it's been in whatever CD player I happen to be near or spinning in my head if I can't find one. Even after all of those listens, I still haven't heard all of it, even though I've listened to every song dozens of times. Something new comes out of hiding each time -- a few words I didn't catch before, a sound that slipped past my ears the last time. It is a brave, beautiful album, a 52-minute demonstration of exactly what music should be and rarely is. And all you can call it is music, because trying to stuff Wilco's square... More >>>