Jeff Tweedy's great gift is abstraction, and while in the past that's sometimes seemed like a convenient excuse for not finishing songs (see the wildly overpraised Yankee Hotel Foxtrot), this time he sets a mood and keeps to it. No point looking for meaning in a line like "I'm a cherry ghost," just lay back and enjoy the fog.
Best Tracks: Hummingbird, Handshake Drugs, Theologians