A modern day classic in the Wilco back catalogue of timeless undeniable excellence.
Named in honor of the three-word codes used by short-wave radio operators, Wilco's fourth album sounds like a late-night broadcast of some weirdly wonderful pop station punctuated by static and the sonic bleed of competing signals. Songs that begin with simple, elegiac grace—"Ashes of American Flags" and "Poor Places"—end in a cathartic squall of distortion.
