Wilco "Yankee Hotel Foxtrot" [2002]

With untuned instruments out of phase and vocals that can't stay on pitch, "Yankee Hotel Foxtrot" is one woozy stagger home with Beck and Liz Phair on 'ludes.  This album is perfect if you plan on waking up in your own barf at some point in the next few hours. It sounds at times like the most inept campfire jam you'd ever attended, and those are the good parts. The songs are unbearably long -- even the short ones -- and its production "experiments" fail miserably and completely. "No, it's not OK," indeed. Somehow these aging Midwestern bong-suckers gained indie-cred and notoriety for releasing "Yankee Hotel Foxtrot" on their own after the label that paid for it understandably got incredibly bummed out listening to the results. Score one for the record label folks finally being right about something.