This album is my childhood. Only Wilco could create a layered, headphones-only world that somehow predicted 9/11 which also contains something as fun as "Heavy Metal Drummer" or "Kamera".

The perfect stoner song cycle about mortality, aging, loss, with plenty of juicy synths to boot.

Steely Dan, with less cocaine, but the same amount of ennui

If the Hubble telescope read a lot of Proust in its free-time it would make this album.