Close your eyes, and Quinn and Andrews' keening, close harmonies will transport you to the late 1940s, to that blissful world of battery radios before the Nashville Sound came and sanded the edges off country music.
At a relaxed distance, in a part of the country where Wilco seldom travels, I can play dumb to all that fan chatter and, taking a cue from John Crowe Ransom, use a little 'formal criticism' to evaluate the 'Demos' in their own context.
What Earl Scruggs brought to banjo was a 'little something extra', that being his middle finger . . . In fact, it can be said with a straight face that Scruggs is the father of industrial music, because his home environment had everything to do with his sound.